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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required stammered, “Because, if Brian ran away, I saw him earlier today, downtown! And he bought me an ice cream cone! And we talked and were even laughing at a joke I’d just told! He was all dressed up and I asked him where he was going all dressed up on a Saturday. He just laughed and said that, he was on an errand and he was going back home. He said that he would see me later. Then I said that I would come by to tell him about the trip. We said good bye and he walked away! Papa’s face turned to stone as he starred in silence, and poor Thomas just stood in that spot like a statute. My oldest sister or someone asked him what kind of clothing Brian was wearing. He answered that Brian was wearing a grey suit, white shirt and a burgundy bow tie! He described the outfit down to the shoes Brian wore. With that said, Papa, wide-eyed called was rising out of his chair in slow motion as he called out to Mama to come and hear this. Slowly, his tall frame stood in silence. Those were the exact clothes that Brian was buried in. There is no way Thomas could have known what kind of clothing Brian had been buried in because; his parents weren’t at home when he returned from camp. He had returned much earlier than was expected. He didn’t unpack his bags, being in a hurry to get to the store downtown as they closed early on Saturdays. After, he would go and visit Brian to share about the trip. Brian’s burial clothes were all new and made by the local tailor! Thomas ran out of the house and my Father ran after him. The grieving had begun all over again. We never did see our dog, Blackie again. The following year we moved away. I am grateful for memories because even though my brother Brian died long ago, I still remember his handsome face, even his voice, the way he walked, his beautiful smile, and the many times he would carry me up on his shoulders to safety in escaping from an abusive uncle. Next time I see my brother Brian, we will be together again, this time forever.
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