Remembering my Brother
My Brother was a wayward soul. He struggled with addiction and was at times a very mean spirited person in his youth. It was all about him in the time we lived together at the family home. I will never know why, but my parents allowed him to literally run wild. He could take from us to buy booze and drugs and they let it go. Yet if I did the slightest thing wrong, I was corrected instantly.
Later he became a loving father and left the arrogance and self interest behind him. Yet the addiction was always there and in the end destroyed his marriage, and lost his Son to him basically. In the end, it was what killed him. He was in the mental hospital for many months and when he got out, the first thing he did was score some drugs. Well the dosage was more than he could tolerate after being off drugs for so long, and he overdosed.
We will never know if it was suicide or a sad mistake. Shortly before he was let out, he phoned me and wanted the location of Moms grave (map coordinates in the grave yard). Mom had made plans for my Brother and I to have our ashes placed in there alongside of hers.
I could not find an obituary for my Brother, so I created one. Here is the obituary of Garth Morris Nicholson of Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan, Canada and of Medicine Hat Alberta, Canada. I will miss you man.

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