So I was sitting at home about an hour ago, playing Xbox, when my mom answered the phone and reacted very astonished. She told my dad "Tommy just found Greg dead". So my dad and I busted out the door and headed to a section of town known as Old Milford. We showed up and cops were everywhere. My brother was absolutely hysterical. If you knew me personally, you would know that I love my brothers unconditionally. I'd die for them in an instant. Seeing my older brother cry is like stabbing me in the heart. I look up to him just like any younger brother would. He knew his friend Greg since grade school and they had played music together for quite some time. I guess they had stopped talking for a while until Greg texted my brother saying "I'm on a pathway to destruction and can't do this anymore without you". So they finally started hanging out again. So tonight my brother was stopping by his house and ran into Greg's dad. Apparently he had kept knocking on the door and nobody had answered so he just figured he was gone. My brother showed up and kept knocking on the door because he noticed that the TV and lights were on. He yelled through the mail hatch and got no response. So he opened the door and before he could even step in, he saw Greg laying on the stairs, blue and not breathing. He called 911 right away and they were down there rather quickly. The pronounced him dead at the scene and say he had been gone for about 3 hours or more. Apparently it was girlfriend-related and he was just out of his mind. They don't know if it was intentional or not, but they suspect it was suicide. He told my brother last week that he had bought enough heroin to kill himself, but threw it away because he didn't want to do that to his friends and family. So it could go either way. All I know is that my brother will forever be scarred by this and I just hope he makes peace with it sooner than later.
RIP Greg.
RIP Greg.
