The morning my older brother died. I went to bed after hanging out with him and his friend at around 2 or 3 in the morning. Had a few drinks and a good time with the guys. They were staying up after I went to sleep and carrying on.

I was awoken by my dad with the most horrid, terrified, hysterical voice screaming 'PENAYZEE! PENAYZEE! PENAYZEE!' For like 2 seconds I was kind of pissed because of the shock of being woken up in the morning and I felt like shit after 4 hours of sleeping after some drinks. I looked up and he realized I was awake and the next words were 'I think your brother is dead' and he ran downstairs. I was confused as fuck and I threw on some shorts (sleep in boxers) and ran downstairs, could see flashing lights through the windows, and went out into my garage.

My mom, dad, and brother's friend were all in tears and EMTs and firefighters were gathered around my brother lying lifeless in the garage floor doing cpr then pumping his stomach. For 5 seconds it didn't feel real. I waited to snap out of it from a dream or something and then reality fully set in and emotions and pain set in. It felt like somebody grabbed all the organs in my chest and twisted, squeezed and pulled at it. I thought of everything that could end up of the situation besides my brother dying. I hunched over and curled up into a ball on my garage floor and then fell over and laid on the floor. I lost all drive/energy to do anything.

He choked on his vomit at some point in the night. He was completely pale, drained of color, and lifeless. I knew he was dead but couldn't accept the fact. The ambulance took him away to the hospital and they were going to attempt resuscitation so I was thinking best case scenario and thought he could have brain damage from lack of oxygen or something at the end of this but still be alive as my brother. We left shortly after the ambulance. When we got to the hospital and somebody attended to us, we were told he was announced DOA.