I miss him. Who would've thought he'd be "gone". I say "gone" because I can't quite bring myself to say that other word.
Meego's friend and classmate - and my good buddy too - Ulysses, is gone.
I think of the last time I talked to him. We were walking home from school last Friday, a day like any other day. Ulysses was eating a dip'n stick candy thing. Those things are nasty gross, and I gave him a hard time about it, all in fun. We joked around like that all the time because it was typical for Ulysses to be eating something gross while we walked home. Ulysses' little sister walked with us.
Now he's gone, at the hand of his own brother.
His mom was shot and stabbed and is now recovering. I can't even imagine what she's going through. I know her, but just a little. A nice, quiet woman.
There're police cars at the school, keeping the press at bay. There are bunch of unfamiliar faces - grief counselors and such. Too much drama for an elementary school.
I miss Ulysses.
The walking path was a sad place today.