Too Much to Tell
I did not think I would be effected. I do not usually feel death the same as most people. I mean people die, they go their way, and leave behind a useless cage. I still had this weird feeling that he was going to come over and say it was okay. He always did that, console me, tell me it will be okay, and I believed him, if even for the moment. He is silent now, not even the echo of his voice remains. Memories linger longer, but even they will fade. I grasp at them like reeds in a storm, the water rises, I am not a strong swimmer. They gave him a good christian burial, I know he deserved that. What else could they do, they do not know any better, ignorant as they are. Death is for the living, we even celebrate it. The past fades, we slip into routines and accept the ghost as they are, memories of what they were. Nothing remains once the remains are laid to rest. I should have said something, should have made a statement, a testament to his greatness. People do that, they pr