my friend's older brother (35) died Friday. Overdosed. I haven't been told it was heroin, but it was at Christmas, the last time (I'm aware) he overdosed. I feel like a giant asshole, because I'm not sad. I'm not empathetic. I'm only pissed off. The same friend lost his father when we were in 7th grade. My friend stepped up and has grown up to be a man his father would be proud of. His late brother didn't deal with things as well, and here we are... I want to miss "Jeff." I want to be sad that he's gone. I'm not. I'm annoyed with him. I'm pissed off that his mother has to bury another person she loves. I'm pissed off that one of my best friends has to explain to his young daughters what happened. My only solace thus far is that this is the last time "Jeff" will hurt his family. His obituary makes no mention of how he died. His mother is much kinder than I would be. I am sad for her, and the rest of her family who is picking up the pieces. /rant.