its hard grieving someone who is still alive.
a few summers ago, i want to say back in 2020 or 2021 , my bestfriend and basically brother , jeremiah, moved in with his mother without telling me and our whole friendgroup, who were all basically family. more like found family, but to me that doesnt matter. we were eachothers family because ours sucked. and i wouldnt have traded that for the world. im not mad at him for moving. im just mad he didnt say goodbye. his dad was heavily abusive, and we knew jeremiah was suicidal. it was for the best. but now, we havent seen him since the last time we hung out. we barely talk. but when we are able to call once a few months, it makes me so happy. but so sad, because i know he wont come see us. i hate calls with all my heart, but for him i’d stay on for ages just to talk to him, because i never know if it’ll be the last time. he always says he will come see us. but he never shows. hes explained why, and i still have hope even though its stupid. one of the friends from the friendgroup, melody, has still been with me for about 5 years soon. she always tells me to stop getting my hopes up, but i dont think i ever will. i just miss him. hes my brother, man. and losing him hurt more than anything. i hope he comes home someday.