Roses' fall in autumn will continue without you.
Spring, they will also blossom through.
They searched for you in every nook.
Without you, what will they do?
Because you are the fragrance that is their roop.
The losers sat in silence in an open field. But someone was missing.
Stanley Uris. He was the one who was missing. The boy had a nasty habit of going missing. From playing in the barrens to studying in the library, their friend had missed everything atleast once for no apparent reason.
But not today, today he had a reason. Today was his funeral.
All of them were devastated. They all had gone to Derry to defeat It bu him. Because he died.
Mike considered it his fault because he thought his telling Stan everything at once caused him to die of shock.
But they all knew that he was wrong. It was none of their's fault it was just It's fault.
All memories had flooded their minds at once. Ah! What delightful days they had spent in the barrens. Despite the gloom of the summer of 1958, it had been the best summer of their lives. And Stan had been an important part of it.
Who would have taken such vulgar jokes about their religion like they used to make of his? Who would have been able to shove their own fears aside just to help their friends? Who would have had such tolerance and courage? They could not think of anyone other tgan Stanley.
They were brought out of their trance by a chorus of Rest In Peace as their friend was lowered six feet under.
They all whispered at once,"Rest In Peace, dear friend."
