On July 15th of 2014 I lost my heart. My little brother was my whole world and since that day I have been stuck in this world of despair. I'm in counseling and on medication and I have to say it helps. I don't cry as much but I still have pictures of him and only him hanging on all my walls in picture frames. It hurts to look at them but it also brings a sense of peace... knowing he surrounds me. They found my brother in a very small amount of water. He was fishing. The coroner could give me no explanation as to why he was unconscience. He was physically fit as he was getting out of the army. So there is no real answer for me. A lot of unanswered questions that I'll have to live with the rest of my life. He was my heart... I miss him so.