novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- outside the vigil we got lost. confused lettered streets with numbers; thought L was 1, not I. after driving past quiet houses crowding small streets with no sidewalks we saw the church, three times larger than any building we'd seen in benicia. we didn't know what to expect; neither of us knew exactly what happened at a vigil. twenty minutes late, we stood in the entryway of the filled-to-capacity church, next to a photo montage of his dimples, smiling at us over and over again, listening to somber people laugh as they remembered him. signed the guestbook goodbye and lingered just outside for a while. back on the freeway, my brother held my hand while we cried and agreed that a good life is comprised of the bonds you make, of the people you love. 12:04 am - 02.25.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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