Now you brother is dead...Maybe you are proud he took your advice?..
proud? no...something else other than pride. I guess his sarcasm detector was broken, I find it ironic that he would never listen to any of us, and when I told him that if he wasn't gonna listen he should just give up since it was inevitable anyway...it would figure that the one time he listened would be in this case.
I know I couldn't live with MYSELF knowing I pushed my brother over the edge and gave him the idea that caused his final demise..
Well, shitty roommate or not I live with myself. I'm not convinced my words pushed him over the edge, I mean he never listened to any of us before, and I basically told him that "hey, we've tried forcing you to get clean, we've tried hospitals and law enforcement and everything available, the missing component seems to be that you don't want to quit, that you don't care...if you won't accept our help you are gonna die, its selfish of you to drag us to the unavoidable end if you have no intention of changing, either accept help or check out because you're killing your family too." The idea was to get him to see reason and accept help.
That day I was dragging his stumbling ass to his couch to get him out of the road and he insisted he could walk, made me let him go, but he took 3 steps or so and fell in the creek face down and started bubbling, I probably should have stood on him until he quit rather than drag him out and help him to his couch so he could do it again the next day. If he'd died that way it wouldn't have broken as many hearts.
Perhaps this sounds cold or inhuman to you. I assure you I am 100% human.
Although he would have more than likely ended up where he is anyway....Some people do things as a cry for help and maybe if you had that last conversation with him coercing him to seek help instead of giving him an idea to bang oxy's he could still be alive....Maybe..I guess we shall never know!
Well, you know, what I did WAS me trying to coerce him into accepting help. Which is kinda dumb, really, since we've spent years trying to help to no avail because he
doesn't DIDN'T care. (its like he's still here, being a general pain in the ass sometimes) How many times have I had to go up some dark holler at midnight to some run down house of a thousand corpses party shack of bikers, thieves, and scum, to save him from the fights he'd got wasted and started there over some stupid shit, usually a whore...I've long since lost count. I'd like to have right now every dollar of bail money spent on him. I'd like to have the money spent covering property damage he's caused, usually doing shit like ordering his girlfriend to leave but then smashing her windshield and slashing her tires and beating her up for trying to leave. He got more help than he probably had a right to receive, all told. I wash my hands of it.
Never, ever give up on anyone...because one day you just might hope "someone" might not give up on you in your greatest time of need!..
Hope in one hand....
Yah, I agree, but we all went to our limit with Tim, we carried him as far as we could (both figuratively and literally), farther even, and in the end the problem was not that he couldn't walk but that he refused...and when I basically told him that I was through waiting on him to start accepting help, that he would have to accept a hand up before he got another handout...he decided to check out. I think my record in this regard is one of commendable patience and resolve and his was one of selfishness and petty spite...and his giving up is not a stain upon me.
And thats the problem, he gave up on life, all I did was point out that refusing to accept help to chage was the same as offing himself only more drawn out.
I never gave him a powerpoint presentation on why he should kill himself.
IIRC...I remember when you came here to post about how successful your "pep talk" had been concerning your brother..
I remember too, I was angry that he was stupid enough to off himself like that, I was angry at myself for knowing he would never change but letting myself be blinded by hope that he would finally make an effort to get clean. I was really angry at how hard the rest of the family had taken it. Now. I'm not so much angry as merely dissapointed. I did all I could, he didn't really want to live if he couldn't continue as a party animal it seems. So fuck it, ya know, its not my place to make him behave, his life was his and he chose to end it rather than better it. He was free to destroy his life, which he did, he was then free to correct it or kill himself, whether he did it slowly or quickly is really immaterial.
That was your brother man!...Regardless of everything else..Your flesh and blood needed you and...Well, We know the rest of the story!..
He had us, all of us, taking care of him, trying to stop him from damaging other people and their property because he was messed up and violent, trying to stop him from stealing or dealing to stay high, offering him every kindness and forgiveness and even free ass whoopings, which the KSP often helped with by roughing him up before we got there. (and seriously, when you try to knife a state trooper because he's a "bastard" for not letting you burn down your girlfriends house, him macing you and clubbing you a little but then only charging you with disorderly or domestic is kind of forgiving in itself)
Looking back, I'm tempted to say his problem was too much support and forgiveness, but the times he got just the opposite never really helped either, except for the next few days.
I guess he is no burden to you or your family any more...
well, you'd be wrong. He's now a burden that cannot be readily dealt with. I'm still paying on his funeral bill. The old man and his sisters are still traumatized somewhat but have now taken to only saying good things about him, only remembering the good, I simply cannot do that. It was always me who was the evil one if I didn't risk myself to save him from himself. I guess I'll be evil forever now. Thats fine.
I understand where you were coming from because I have a brother who pushes his health to the limit by not doing things he should with his health but I will be damned if I ever give him your "pep talk" because my hands are extended to every human being regardless of how "Stupid" they are..Death is permanent and so are our actions,words and deeds..
Hey man thats your show, you handle that the best you can, I won't judge you, it's not my place. I hope your brother at least accepts help.
We reap what we sow...Remember that!
Remember it hell...I sometimes want nothing more than to forget.
I always remember I am human and I am subject to falling into a dark place during my life and I would hope and pray someone....ANYONE would extend their mercy and kindness to me during the time when help is what I need most..
I have enough faith in humanity, on average, in people like yourself, to believe that such help is available if needed. The sticking point is accepting that help. I hope I'm never so selfish or prideful to refuse that help when offered.
btw...I corrected your 25 spelling grammar errors..
why thank you friend, as ole Tim would say "that's mighty white of you..."