Today I got a call no one wants to get. My parents called to me to tell me my brother passed away. Found in the Bow river in Calgary it took 2 days to find out who his family was. He was adopted as I was. What we didn’t know until he was an adult was he was irreparably damaged in utero by alcohol and had Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorder. The hidden neurological destruction of the native culture. Years of trauma for our family and my parents especially . Sadly, he lead the textbook life of this brain damage. He never stood a chance…. Incarcerated for the first 8 years of his adult life, addiction and eventually lived in the street for the past 20 years. We knew this day would come, but one cannot be prepared for it . We were best friends as children. He took care of me, we loved doing the same things until life got more and more complicated for his brain to process. He was a talented artist and such a sensitive kid. I wish we knew then what we know now. I often wondered what kind of life he may have had instead. But we didn’t. I haven’t seen him in 18 years. In the end his brain was not only damaged by the choices his birth mother made, but from years of heavy drug use. We await the medical examiners report for further information. My heart breaks for my parents who so desperately tried to help him until the very end…. his name was John, and he was 46 years old.