I talked to my older brother on the phone today. It was the first time in nearly a year. Now I feel bad :/ He's mentally ill, Schizophrenic, and, well, it's a long story, but he lived with us for about 5 years and those years were pretty hellish. He was on and off his meds and also drank. A lot. Not a good mixture. We had our ups and downs. So, I was talking to him today for a bit and he sounded really well. I just wish we could go down and visit him before Christmas, and while he's still happy and in a good place. It almost makes me sad when I think about him saying goodbye "Hey, thanks for calling Ash. I really appreciate it....I hope I get to hear from you again...or even see you"
I just cried while typing that out. Ahh...the way he he said it is going to haunt me for a while. I can never get out why that means so much, I guess you'd have to go through what we have together.