My Brother, and West Virginia.

It worries me to see my 9 year old brother depressed. It doesn't
seem like he's old enough to experience real pain, but it's
pretty easy to believe when you see him like this.
For a couple of days Kullen, (my brother) has been purposely
listening to the song "Almost Heaven, West Virginia" By John
Denver, he'll go to his room and repeat that one line that goes,
"Country Road, take me home, to the place where I belong,
West Virginia, Mountain Mama, Take me home, down
Country Road." He'll cry and cry, and cry until you think the
water percentage in his entire body has shrunken to 2 %.
The thing is, is that I know what my brother is feeling, because
almost every line in that song gives me a flash of memory
when it mentions certain places, the song will go
"Almost Heaven, West Virginia, Blue Ridge Mountain,
Shenendoah River, life is old there older than the
trees, younger than the mountains, blowin' like a breeze."
What means the world to me now, was nothing to me
before, that's why we should treasure life like it's
supposed to be. And not think of it as, just this or that.
Because before you know it, it'll be gone.
That's what I'm trying to do now, treat Texas like my home,
because one day, I'm going to look back and ask myself
why I didn't enjoy Texas like I do then, if I keep on
feeding my desire for West Virginia, I'm going to ignore
what I have now, and wonder why I didn't just move on.
Thanks For Reading! Kaitlyn