My brother was 27 years old when his life ended. Two days after his 27th birthday, my brother Michael was shot in the stomach as he was coming in through the front door of his home. He was then shot in the face. He was murdered by his roommate for reasons we never found out. My brother had served in the Navy and was a very kind and honorable person. Everyone else came first in his life. This all happened in 1990, and it is now 2019. I have gotten older, but the pain hasn’t. It never goes away. He was my only sibling. After killing my brother, the roommate killed himself. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t think of my brother. He was the best brother a sister could ask for.