Why Me and Not My Brother?
In an alcoholic family, a sister turns out to be one of the lucky ones
A year ago I received a phone call in the middle of the night to tell me my brother was dead. The police said they found his body and there needed to be an investigation. I knew no investigation was needed: it was alcoholism that did it. At the time, I had 17 years of sobriety. I was away on a business trip doing a job I love and was quickly surrounded by people who gave me lots of support.
Why? Why me? I thought. Why did I get the gift of sobriety, while my brother died a horrible alcoholic death in a filthy, rodent-infested apartment all alone? I believe the answer is that I go to...
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Guelph, Ontario, Canada