My brother Anthony was born with a congenital heart defect in 1981 and as a result, died of congestive heart failure in 1995 at the age of 13. I still to this day do not understand what he was born with and why he died. Our parents divorced when we were toddlers. It isn’t something that either of my parents have discussed with me. My brother was my best friend. I have missed him dearly the last 17 years and honestly don’t go a day without thinking of what could have been. I have two children of my own now and can only tell them stories about their uncle and what a great brother/son he was. I find myself sad a lot when I think about all the things he missed out on in life because his was cut so short. I dislike the fact that I have had to go through my life without a sibling. I make it my personal duty to encourage children as well as adults to stay educated on heart disease. I also make sure I let people know that you can lose someone in the blink of an eye and to never let the silly things in life draw you from someone you love.