Damn! I want to get this out of the way. Looking to fend off the rawness. I tried different paths.
My youngest brother is dead. I know how. I guess about why.
When I got the news, I called his ghost. Angry voiced I wanted the why. What wall blocked his way.
Silence answered. No voice spoke.
I made my own answer. Caught by the wall, shoved into a cul-de-sac and seeing no way out David chose his end.
In a swirl of emotion, anger, guilt, and if only, I reassure myself. His choice ….
“Always remember that,” said the friar. “Thou hast only to follow the wall far enough and there will be a door in it.” — Brother Luke
The Door In The Wall by Marguerite de Angeli.
David did not see it.
My hope is we find the door in the wall. Follow the path. Seek the doors.
Now instead of five we are four.
David, 57, July 18