It really wasn't a dream

Well today I thought I had another dream, well nightmare to be more specific, but as it turns out I didn't imagine it. My little brother is mighty sick, and I don't know how I am supposed to deal with this. I remember a long time ago, and this image still haunts me to this day, when we were out swimming with his grandmother and his father was supposed to be watching him. It turns out his father wasn't very good at watching him as he walked down to the edge of the water and started floating away face down. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't swim, he looked like he was dead. His father ran into the water and pulled him out, but I will never forget what happened or that image of him floating in the water. I was told today that this same brother developed paranoid schizophrenia. His body is falling apart on him as he has been very sick and in and out of the hospital. I don't know what to do - is there anything I can do? I have been asking myself this ever since I got that phone call and I don't quite know how to process the information. Is he dying? Will he ever get better, or will he just sink into the throws of his mental disorder? Oh, where or where is Benny when I need him?