Last thing I said to him was "Good job." when he got off work. He and I worked at the same place, I would work in the office and he worked from home. I started my vacation today and tomorrow I leave to go see my girlfriend, I wake up to my mother crying and asking when the last time I talked to him was.

At some point last night, unknown to any of us he OD and my mom found him this morning slumped over. He was clean for so long, began working at the same place as me and finally getting his life together only to die. I had to pack up his work computer and phone and take it back to the office, it was very hard to do.

He was my little brother and now he is gone. My heart hurts and I cannot express my emotions well. I am angry at whomever gave him the stuff he ODed on, I am angry at him for sliding backwards and giving into temptation and I don't know how to process any of this.