Missing The Rev

Staring at the grave marker in front of me, I drop down to my knees and cry. "James Owen Sullivan 1981-2009" I couldn't read any farther before the tears blinded me and I turned away. James, my Jimmy. My beloved brother and best friend. He passed away a year ago, but the wound is still as fresh as the first day. I haven't been the same since I got the call that they found him dead. He died in his sleep on December 28th of an enlarged heart. At least it was peaceful. I wish he was still here with me. I know his band thinks the same. Brian and Matt are still in pain knowing that their best friend is gone. We were all a family. But one day we will all see him again.

I kiss my fingers and press them to the marker.

"I love you Jimmy. Wherever you are, I bet you're rocking out and chasing those stallion ducks. I'll see you again soon."

I get up and return to my car.