Sadness takes over
Today, we visited Alan. I can't believe it's already been eight years.
As we mourn our loss, I can't help but notice how nice it was at the grave yard. The day was hot. But there was a nice mid morning breeze. The sun never let up. But there were clouds protecting us every now and then. A new building was being build. But there were birds and dragon flies humming and buzzing around. Alan's grave stood there. But there he was, admiring the greenery, buildings, mountains, and skies, laughing at all this foolishness of those who remain behind.
And I let sadness take over. Wish you were here bro. I know you wish that too.
at 6:04 PM