Today is a milestone birthday for my brother, Timmy. He would be 50. His lifestyle gifted him just 46 years. It may sound callous to say, but if you knew him, you’d understand his early death was not a surprise. I try to think about his positive contributions to the world and drift into imagining ‘what could’ve been’ had his potential been nurtured and realized; his innate talent for drawing, his powerful, energetic, convincing demeanor and his immense capacity for love and emotion. These beautiful capabilities were buried deep inside him under a weighted boulder of addiction.