Visions Of The weeping Soul

A Chapter by lawrence bear

Chapter Twenty

Journal. # 491

More days have passed; I find myself standing at the dock staring up to the heavens, it is my only place to shed a tear; while some have gone home to rest, I cannot rest… my weeping soul won’t let me. I constantly see those last moments with him; it’s like a movie roll that plays over and over, remembering the morning before the last. The last time we had a beer, those valuable moments.

The wind blows, and within it I hear a soft voice, telling me where to go. I can see an island, a vision I am having. There are weeds along this shore, it’s like a wolf’s tail these weeds. I see them...

It is as though I am on a plane, the water glistens below me as I follow this trail.

Then I see him, I see uncle. He is washed ashore somewhere, the weeds… I must remember the weeds. It’s unfamiliar territory, but I must remember. The wind speaks to me; I must listen closely as it charters me there. Showing me where to look. Tears formed in my eyes and my body tingles. I know this place…

I have told uncle Bill, about this vision. He knows of it.

Timber wolf bay, that’s what he said. I couldn’t remember the name, I have heard of the place, but I have never ventured that way. And if he is there, how is that possible? He had gone against the current, and this place is miles away. Uncle has gone in the plane to check, to make sure if he is still there…

He believes in my vision.

I know in my heart that he is. I stay back this trip; I don’t think I want to see what he looks like…

Not after seeing Christian. I pray that they find him. The boat that went out, they will retrieve him. They will bring him home…

They… will bring him home.

You are the only one I can trust; you and my pen are my only friends right now. Tears are in my eyes as I write.

I am not sure what kind, those of happiness… or those of sorrow.

I must go now. I must join my family as we wait for the news.

Until we meet again old friend.

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