Tucker Foley

April 21, 2010

Even with my life as perfect as I could ever imagine, I couldn't seem to be happy. I would never admit it to myself, my wife, or my physiologist but the reason for my depression is that in the past years I can't get over my best friend's death. I still wonder why he took his life, it was perfect, like mines is now. I could be enjoying this life but his memory haunts me, I'm a technology specialist, I can figure out almost everything, but the question of his death has been weighing me down for the past three years. I lost and gained, after Danny's funeral school went by easy without the whole ghost hunting thing, and I graduated top of my class. After high school I got a job working for Apple, and helped upgrade the Ipod. On one lunch break I spotted Valerie and decided to catch up, not too soon after we started dating, and after months, I purposed. I'm living in a beautiful house with a lovely wife and I still can't seem to be happy. Why did Danny go? I thought we would be friends until the end, I thought he'd be the best man at my wedding, I thought he would be with me at graduation, I thought we'd be together through it all.

"Honey is everything all right?" Valerie's concerned voice echoed in my head.

"Yeah," I lied, "I'm fine I just need a little coffee."

"Do you want me to make some for you?"

"No, I think I'll walk to Starbucks or something."

"Okay," she obviously didn't believe I was alright, but I was thankful she respected my space.

I don't know how I ended up at the park, but something was calling me there. While staring at the water in the old fountain a feminine hand fell upon my shoulder. Startled I turned around to see Sam.

"Sam! What are you doing here?"

"Tucker this is the park, it's a public place remember?"

"Yeah, I remember," I smiled, I missed Sam's voice, and her personality, and sadly her sarcasm.

"So, not to be nosy or anything, but what were you so deep in thought about?" She plopped down next to me.

"Life and death."

"Oh," her spirit seemed to droop, "I've had the same problem, like a lot of others. You're not alone, you aren't the only one who cared about him."