This is some what of a rant:
A few months ago I recieved a phone call from my mother, which is odd as we dont talk very much, and she told me my younger brother was in the hospital. Without going into to much detail here, he has had some mental issues since he was young and has been fed pills by the hand full for years. Our parents got divorsed almost 2 decades ago and still act like rabbid raccoons in a cage. This, I feel, drew attention away from the important things in life and made it seem easier to dope my brother up than to try and work with him on some things. He has gone through the alphabet of drugs for this and that over the years without anyone really knowing whats going on. Me and my fiance moved him in with us and our 2 year old son after picking him up from the hospital and he has been here ever since. I love my brother but it is extremely difficult at times to communicate with him and he has been some what depressed as he gets older and has more trouble relating to people his age and to become a part of society. Both my parents tried getting him into state programs and special housing for a few years and had no luck gettin him employed. Rebekah (my fiance) and I had been helping him look for a job and some sort of purpose in life when my Grandfather passed and everything sort of fell apart. As we started picking up the peices and moving on my brother started hiking in the woods with my dog on his own. He also became interested in my various outdoor activities. I had given him one of my first bows (that didnt blow up!!) and he really enjoyed shooting and discussing different aspects of archery and hunting. He wanted to make his own bow, so a few weeks ago I told him "we do it from the ground up, square one is findin a tree" and we did. He felled, sectioned, peeled, split and sealed a small shag bark hickory tree with me and was absolutley thrilled with the experience. We havent had time to do a lot of bow work as he now has a job and is making a few friends in the area but we are making progress. I truley believe a little time outside and working with your hands can do more than we think.
Here is a picture of my brother and my son who loves to carry the arrows back from the target when we shoot. My son loves his "unka Dyan" (uncle Dylan) and my brother is great with him. Also my dog who loves fetching old arrows I lob off into the woods and fields.