 The Postscript 2005-10-07 . chapter 1He lay cold in his coffin, white faced and frozen. They stuck an empty beer bottle in the coffin...he loved beer. Yet it was just for the visitation. My sister sat crying next to me, and everyone around me. I couldn't cry...I had to be strong for my sister, for my friends...for his friends. I loved him so much, but I couldn't cry. I went to see her daughter...she wasn't crying either. She was laughing. I gave her a hug...and over the next four years, a part of each of us cried inside. To not forget...but to remember. |