J.
I only met J. once, at a beachside memorial ceremony.
I was friends with his mom. I hadn’t seen her for a while before that. Sadly, I haven’t seen her much after that, either. But wow, was this a momma who loved her only son.
I don’t know how she’s alive right now. I really don’t. How much can one human be expected to take?
The world isn’t big enough to hold the best of us. It’s like God likes to ensure that the angel-to-asshole ratio remains at a constant 1-to-1.
Another sweet light turned off too soon.
I hope I’m not writing about my friend next.
