I open my eyes.
It was a dream.
I glanced at my calendar.
Today: February 8th.
I quickly grab a hoodie, jeans, leftovers from the lunch I made yesterday, and an umbrella.
I yell at Ty to lock the door, Ty (Who I realize was half asleep.) nodded.
As I ran out in the pouring rain I realized that its kinda far so I bought a cheap bike and biked the way there under my umbrella.
As I got there, I leaned the bike against the gate. ( I know I'm not allowed to do that, but no one was there, so, Who's going to stop me?!)
I've been here before, so I know exactly where he is. I look around and spot him.
I walk up to him, and say "Hey, Bill! Sorry I'm late, I overslept I know that's not a good reason to miss your birthday, but I rushed here as fast as I could. How you holding up, Buddy?"
He didn't respond...
Of course he didn't respond.
I try to polish his tombstone for him as good as I could.
I lean the umbrella over him as well, to make sure he's not wet.
The tombstone read:
William H. Reese
~February 8th 1966 - February 8th 2009~
Loving Son, Brother, And Friend.
May He Rest In Peace
"I've got you a present." I said.
I look around, only a few people were near me, the same people who were always there...
A lady who had lost her husband, a man who had lost his young daughter and
a kid about 13 or so, strange never saw him before, I assume he's the man's son, but since he's
so far away from anyone,so, I could be wrong.
"It does a lot to a boy when he loses someone at a young age," I thought.
"But that's what'll make him strong."
I take the small tin box out of my hoodie, it's the same one I give him every year.
He used to carry it around all the time, I never opened it, I know it's just stuff he's collected over the years.
I sit on the ground, and read the news to him.
It always takes a lot of of me to not remember what happened to him, but I'm tired of fighting it this year.