Memories (Based on a True Story)

Chapter One – The Man in the Picture

He stood at the grave sight there were people around him, his friends, his family, but no one his pain like the pain he knew in his heart, his body. He felt broken and lost, his life revolved around the man in the ground, but now he was on his own. He stepped forward, he dropped the two roses down into the ground, and a tear fell from his eye. The cold air from north blew down on him, and the smell of rain in the air. He did not move from his spot, he continued to look down into the hole; the wet dirt hit his nostrils. He could hear the Pastor in the background continuing the ceremony, he wish they would all leave, but they had a right to be here. Standing in all black, pants, polished shoes, shirt, and a long coat…Chris Halliwell, stood at the top of the grave as the memories flowed through his head. It was only a week before his lover, Jesse Orlando, asked him to marry him, spend the rest of his life with him. The ring still on Chris' finger, a platinum ring with the intials JIO (Jesse Isaac Orlando), it felt extra heavy on his finger. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall back into the memory.

…A crystal clear night on the bay, the moon was high in the sky and reflecting off the water, and wrapped in his lovers arms. The two stood on an old 1920's ocean cruise liner, which is now retired and used as a museum. The liner which called the Queen Mary resembled a lot of the Titanic, only slightly smaller. Chris laid his head back on Jesses shoulder; Jesse pressed his cheek next to Chris'.

"I love you, my love." Jesse said to him.

"I love you too." Chris replied. "This is perfect."

"I agree." Jesse replied, "But I want to ask you something, but it won't happen right away."

"Yes?" Chris asked keeping his position still.

There was a slight pause, from Jesse's nervousness. Then Jesse took a deep breath, "Marry me?" He took out a ring and put it in front of Chris.

Chris looked down onto the ring, he was breathless. Out of the two and half years with Jesse, he always surprised him with amazing things at amazing moments. Chris smiled, and some how his placed out in front of him. Jesse put the ring on, slowly, turning it as the initials reflected in the moonlight.

"It fits." Jesse whispered.

"It does." Chris replied by default. "Sure thing babe."

Jesse gave a silent laugh, "That's you're answer to everything isn't it?"

"Where is yours?" Chris asked.

Jessed moved his hand from his lovers wrap, and placed it in front of his eyes, with "CPH" in the platinum.

"Perfect." Chris replied.

Jesse then looked at Chris in eyes. They both smiled, and kissed under the moonlight…

Chris was brought out from the memory, by the touch of his mothers hand on his shoulder. Everyone was looking at him, and his mother asked him in a soft voice.

"Did you want to read that poem?"

Chris just moved, and pulled the paper from his pocket. He moved next to the Pastor, and looked at the people who came out to celebrate the life of Jesse. He unfolded the paper and through his trembling chin, he read…

The eternal days of was once love, came to horrific end,
Into the days of black harsh realities cruel bend.
In the days behind we laughed so hard,
The days ahead we will continue on.

Long from our world now, we ask you,
To always visit and never forget.
For the leaves of the fall, cry with color,
The rains of the winter cry with emotion,
The flowers of spring, plume with love,
And the cruel sun of summer shows us the brutal end.

Longing for you will be hard,
But moving on will be hardest,
For you have touched my life and everyone here,
Never forget the cross you were never meant to bear, so early.

The cruel night took you away,
With the cowards of drunken mess,
The beats of metal,
At the cruel hour of eleven pm.

Angels cry from the heavens above,
For your acceptance was to early,
They prayed to god for a savor in your car,
But God knew it was your time.

Angels fell from the heaven's above to be with us,
To be with us now, in this dark hour.
We cling to the Angels who have fallen from heaven
We cling to them, as you once clung to our hands.

The flowers here on your coffin are only a taste of our emotion,
The flowers plume with Reds and Whites,
With the name "Jesse" stoned into wall above your grave,
We will always look upon this as our gateway to you.

We ask the fallen angels from heaven to guard your grave,
We ask them to protect you from the cruel evils of hell,
To send you to the pure light and goodness of heaven
We ask the Fallen Angels.

We will move on today,
Hardship carries with us the hard burden of business,
With you now gone from our lives,
We will not carry on easy.

We ask the fallen angels to assist us all in moving,
We ask the Angels to aid Tina and Jim in their mourning,
Before our own.
Bring them peace, and bring them joy.

Fallen Angels from heaven above,
Protect Jesse, as he had always protected Us.

Chris looked up from his reading with tears coming down his face. He folded the paper and tried to put it back into his pocket, but it fell from his hand and he cried. His mother came up and pulled him into a tight hug, he cried into her shoulder.

(Author's Note: Hey Readers, I am back. Haha. Anyway I wanted to let you know that this doesn't fit anywhere into the Sexy storyline, so don't try and place it anywhere. It's a true story, from my own personal experience; I hope you enjoy.)