My chosen prompt for this week is:
“And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.” ― George Carlin.
It should never have happened this way. We are standing at the spot where the disaster that changed our lives occurred.
We have gathered because Clarrie’s Mum has brought us all out here, to stand in front of the tree that ended Clarrie’s life.
Though I am more inclined to say it was Clarrie who did all the ending.
The rest of us are gathered to remember, to bring closure on a life that was for the most part a lot of fun for him and everyone who knew him.
But whilst Clarrie has gone, we are still here, each of us uncomfortable in front of his mum who stands sobbing into her hanky while the boys and I shuffle about kicking the dirt and hoping she doesn’t start like she did at the funeral. A grown woman expressing such grief in such an overt way was hard for all of us, doesn’t she know we each miss him, we each wish this had never happened and we each wish we knew why the gods had chosen that night for the car he so lovingly restored to blow a tyre on a corner he had taken a hundred times before.
Sometimes there are no explanations and no understandings to be had.
happy life ended
friends gather to say farewell
tears in the wind