Who sat on this bench? A lot of people, tired of walking their dogs, I'm sure.
But not Randy.
Randy's sisters sat on this bench and cried while his cold plaque chilled the small of their backs. like a bench could give a dead man life.
Randy, dear brother, beloved husband, too young to be a father, too common to have his name on a bench.
Scratched off. Rewritten with permanent marker, by the sister who shed a tear on a cold bench.
Vandalism is a crime to a building, but a memorial with chilling gold and a no one's name is free license to scratch, tear, break the bench, break the hearts of those who didn't care enough.