This post is in response to the prompt Long Exposure.
Since I’m still young, I haven’t known anyone for decades or anything like some people have, but I have known some people for a long time.
I have a friend that I’ve known since I was 5 years old. I met him when my dad moved 3 hours away from where I lived with my mother.
Me and him were best friends for the longest time until he moved away. I was around 13 when he moved away.
He moved to North Carolina with his step-father,mother,sister, and step-brother. I knew them all quite well for the entire time.
His brother was someone who treated me like I was his own sibling. He passed away around a year ago now, but I still miss him.
His sister is still around, but she’s become afraid of him now.
Ever since my friend’s brother died, he’s become more of a hastle for us to deal with. He has a few mental problems such as depression, and a slight form of schizophrenia.
He hasn’t been himself in a long time, because his brother was someone who knew how to help him. I’ve been trying, but I can only do a certain amount for a person.
As time goes on, he’s recessing more and more into a problematic person for his family.
I talked about him in a poem I wrote on this site called Reach Out.
My Life Story 