I am sad when I look at this picture. My brother and I were as close as we could be given our circumstances while we were growing up. And for a while as adults we were doing good, even great, too.
At some point, our lives diverged in a big way. Now we don't speak, and the last time we did was very sad for me in more ways than one. According to him, I am the one who changed. If I changed in any big way, I would have thought it was in a "good" direction, but apparently not by the way he looks at things.
Sometimes I really miss him. I am not really sure where HE went.