My brother-in-law passed away this week.

Justin was a very intelligent, funny man with alot of demons. He was talented in cooking, so much so, that he could have easily been a chef. The boy could tell a story too. Most of them were not true, but they were never the less, very entertaining. Strange that I still think of him as a boy. He was 29 years old.

He spent most of his life battling addictions, voices and himself. He was in and out of rehab, always being drawn back to the dark side. He thought he could handle it. In the end, it handled him.

The family knew that the phone call would come one day. It did yesterday.

Justin is feeling no more pain.
Justin is hearing no more voices.

Rest In Peace, Justin.