Living With the Nightmare of Accepting Death

My brother died under tragic circumstances. 

The guard in his office building found him a little too late, at the wheel of his car, frothing and half unconscious. 

His car engine was running, so I guessed he must have passed out just before he switched it off.

When his partner and friend rushed him to the hospital, his heartbeat was weak and faint.

(On September, 9, 2007, I lost my brother under tragic circumstances. He was young, vibrant and enterprising. I couldn't fathom how he was so alive one moment and dead the next. He had so much going for him. I always thought it strange that he died the way he did. This memoir is the beginning of a story I wanted to write for a long, long time).