My brother Paul lost his fight against alcoholism this morning.
He leaves behind a devastated family that tried everything they knew to help him win this battle, but we couldn't do it for him.
I can't stop thinking about what I could've done differently to help him... and I'm afraid that it'll haunt me for the rest of my life.
I love you big brother, and I miss you. And I'm sorry.

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