Drained
I've just returned from the pub, where I dropped off my sister's boyfriend. They are holding the party they planned weeks ago for the birthday of their murdered friend, in his memory.
We talked on the drive down. Whilst I didn't know him well in person, I knew him through the stories that good friends tell about each other. And so I listened to those stories again. Laughed. Tried not to cry.
I've never seen R look so broken. He is mourning his best friend of 18 years. Taken in a completely senseless attack. Left to die on a cold and dirty pavement, lying in his own blood.
And so tonight, they celebrate his life, and his lost birthday.
posted by DMouse007 @ 8/22/2004 08:37:00 PM
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