life
Yesterday was the funeral for our "lost boy". Always a dreaded event and this was no different. The one survivor, another boy, was there in his wheelchair with his head barely rising to eye level. Such dispair to be left alone with your thoughts, your guilt of surviving. It’s inevitable to not feel that way. Kids with empty eyes filled the auditorium, all there to show their respect and solidarity. Teachers from his early years watched as they remembered the boy who filled their classrooms with laughter. To my sweet and ever loving friend, mom to "lost boy"…..love you with every piece of me.
