93QBrittany writes: I have a brother named Nick, and we are really close. Nick and I didn’t always know that we were brother and sister; we met each other when I was around 12 years old. Since then it’s been an inseparable brother and sister bond and I couldn’t imagine how I went so long without him. One of the ways I used to get my brother going on a rant was by telling him that I was going to get a face tattoo. He always told me if I got one he would not be happy. I’m an EMT and on the night of October 17th I was working and I heard a cardiac arrest go out. That cardiac arrest turned out to be my brother. My life changed forever that night and I miss my brother every day. Shortly after my brother died, I went and got “Nick” tattooed right on my face as a final “I win!” it’s a small tattoo that carries so much significance, I always tell everybody I’ll deal with the consequences when my brother and I meet again.
