one hundred eighty degrees

I had fully intended on writing the usual drivel and depravity, that was before my walk- my walk with Billy on the Maple Grove trail- which borders Riverside Cemetery- where we stop for a rest and prayer at Chris's grave- haven't been there for almost a year- but today I felt that yearning- and leaning against the granite, was this picture of Chris and his brother Jeremy, a picture i had never seen before- I'm always grateful that Chris is remembered, and I brought the picture home to scan- and will return it to Chris- At first I was taken aback, thinking his face was beaten and bruised, but after a phone call to Jeremy, I was relieved to find out that was not the case- it was in fact a great night, Chris clowning around as usual, having fun with the guys- and Jeremy left it there on the anniversary of Chris's death- Thank you Jeremy, for the picture, and for a captured moment of happiness in Chris's life- he loved his family. Now I 'm feeling a little too sombre to be foolish, but I did have some good stories- another time- thanks for letting me share, and if you are a random reader, feel free to leave a comment.