I've had the same best friend since kindergarten. Her name is Melissa.. Missy for short. She has a brother named Tom. I've grown up with the both of them.. they're both like siblings to me. Tom has been drinking a 24 pack a day since he was 15 years old, he turned 30 this month.
The beginning of last week, he started experiencing a pain in his stomach and edema in his feet/legs. He's a pig headed country boy, refused to see a doctor. As the week progressed, he couldn't hold up his body weight. Then tonight.. started having trouble breathing, like he was congested. He had a sonogram scheduled for 8am this morning.
Around midnight my best friend went to check on him, and he was okay.. drowsy. She went back into the living room to watch tv. Thirty minutes later, she went back in... said his name with no response. Touched him, and he was cold...
Tom died tonight. He was 30 years old. He was the big brother I never had.. RIP big guy. As if the week could not get worse.