Sand and Water Chapter 6
Unusual Memorial
Disclaimer: As usual, I own no one!
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"He's gone," John announced. Trish silently wiped her eyes with the corner of her sleeve.
"Do you want me to tell Rhiannon?" she asked, running her fingers through Rhiannon's long blonde hair. John shook his head.
"I'll tell her in the morning," he declared. Tears welled up in his eyes. Yet, he didn't cry.
Randy had been his husband for six years, his best friend for eight years. The younger man had played such a huge role in his life.
Life without Randy would be hard to get used to.
Chris and Trish took Rhiannon back to their apartment. John was on his own.
Just how he wanted it.
Leaving the hospital, John began to walk. Bright lights blinded him as he passed city block after city block. He had no clue where he was. He had no clue where he was going.He was just walking.
Marco's Bar a neon sign read. John stopped. Closing his eyes, he remembered something Randy had told him.
Small bars always have the best characters
John was frightened. He was beginning to forget the sound of Randy's voice. Would he begin to forget everything about the man he had loved so deeply?
How could he remember for Rhiannon if he forgot? Would Rhiannon know how much her father had loved her?
Shaking violently, he reached out and opened the door to the bar. The smoky haze made him cough in surprise. He kept walking.
He sat at the bar. An elderly man with an eye patch sat next to him. John shook his head, unable to believe he was actually in the bar.
"Can I get you something?" the bartender asked.
"Bud," he murmured, unable to remember the last time he had had a beer. It had been before Rhiannon's birth four years prior. That much he knew.
The bartender slid a cold bottle in front of him. John handed the man a five dollar bill. Raising the bottle, he glanced towards the sky.
Rest in peace, he thought,sipping the beer.
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Yeah, I know this is probably a strange chapter. This is supposed to be John's way of coping after losing Randy. Once again,I acknowledge how strange this is.
JenLea
