Painted Memories

Chapter Twenty-Three

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Journal. # 493.

Last Entry.

Today I watched as my brother was lowered into the earth. I shed a tear as I say one final good bye. Before he was lowered, I kissed the tips of my fingers and touched his casket. “Good bye my brother, may you rest in peace.”

I watched in silence as Nina and his wife stood crying out loud, I know what they are going through, what turmoil… it feels like hell. I sympathize them.

His presence was a bright one. And still yet, it is. He made you smile, that smile. Will be forever, painted into my memory.

One last hurrah, I will have a beer for you and stand before the waters. Look out onto the lake and empty the bottle into it. “For you my brother,” I will say and I will take shot of mine the same time.

And I will always cherish our last time, that day.

The morning before the last…

Good-bye my brother. Good-bye my friends, my pen, my book.

Or should I say, “Until we meet again somewhere, down this road in life.”

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[Norma M Sutton]

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