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foREVer
By Cerys

 



Jimmy will live foREVer in our hearts: He `Seized The Day' in `Bat Country'. It was more than `The Art of Subconscious Illusion' or even `Fiction'. He was a `Victim' and now; we live in a `Nightmare' as he continues on in the `Afterlife.' He is `So Far Away'. <3 FOrevER

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James Sullivan watched the graveyard with dismal desperation and yearned to be released from his current state. He ambled through the aisles of grey stones and found what he was looking for. The eight-piece were gathered around the fresh hole in the ground, already surrounded by wreaths of condolence and well wishes for the widow.

His heart ached with sadness that he could not reach out and comforts these poor souls. Matt, the strong-willed best friend wept silently, his great broad shoulders heaving with his sobs. Brian, more stone-like: rarely did anyone see what he felt about a situation; so, imagine Jimmy's surprise to see him sobbing into his wife's hair, not bothering to wipe away the constant stream of tears. Zachary (Thomas) Baker was next, while he acted like the child of the group, he alone did not cry: instead, his face was impassive as he stared at the hole in the ground, gripping on the hand of his fianc?e for support. Finally, Johnny. Ahh, Johnny. Almost as if he could not believe what he could see, he, like Zack, stared into the ground, only, where Zack did not cry, tears streamed down his face.

Jimmy approached closer, wishing now more than ever that he could speak to them. Instead, he walked through the rest of those now joining the eight-some by the graveside.

People he had not seen for many countless years were appearing out of the gloom, like garish spectres and Jimmy could not believe what he was seeing... Faces of friends long since faded into memory. They placed their own wreaths at the side of the hole and patted some of their companions on the back by a means of consoling them.

A grief rose in Jimmy, so strong that he wished it was him that was consoling these ghosts of his past, however, he knew that was far from possible - as adamant as the California rain, he was determined that he would be with these friends again someday.

So, he turned from the gathering and walked away - his steady footfalls not heard by any on the leaves fallen from the trees.

Only one appeared to have heard him, at graveside, Zack lifted his eyes from the casket and looked in the direction Jimmy had only seconds before walked.

“What's the matter, Zack?” Brian asked quietly, also looking in the direction Zack was gazing.

“It's nothing: I just thought I saw something.” Zack shrugged off the ominous and eerie feeling of what he thought he had seen: convincing himself that it was just his emotional mind playing tricks on him.

“We all miss him, Z.” Brian responded thickly, shaking his head of his own images that had formulated.

In his hands, Zack clutched at a single white rose. As did the others, with a nod at one another, they threw them one at a time onto the casket and turned to leave. Matt remained for a second and placed his hand on the tombstone: his tears, at last, having abated.

“Thanks, Jimmy - love you, man!” He choked.

James Sullivan
Loving Husband and Father

So Far Away:

02-09-81
12-28-09

 

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