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I miss my baby brother. In another life, I could have saved you my boy. My brother passed away from suicide 5 years ago. The night he died, he tried to call my phone. At the time I was in a totally different city, I was pursing my sobriety because I was an alcoholic. He passed away 9 months after I left home. I was the buffer in the middle between my youngest brother & my toxic family. I was the one that was there for him, when things were bad. My mom & older brother are pretty mentally abusive