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Raj and I went to the cemetary today. It was my first time going inside that building. Raj knew exactly where he was going, of course. I followed him, checking every name as we passed it, wondering when we would reach his. We eventually reached the block with "LOUIS VINCENT DIGREGORIO" in gold letters on it. We were the only ones there, fortunately. We sat right in front of it and stared up at those letters, the years (1986 ~ 2003), the decorations, for about 5-10 minutes, just remembering. About three or four times I nearly broke into tears, but I resisted...thinking...he wouldn't want me to do that...it wouldn't be appropriate...etc. Several thoughts kept running through my head...I wonder what his parents and sister are doing at this very moment...he would be proud of what Raj has become...and...it isn't fair...he was the only one on the entire wall to die at age 16. Everyone else on that wall lived into their thirties, fifties, seventies, eighties. I walked out of that place with such a sinking feeling in my stomach...that bottomless pit feeling. I'm glad I went, but there is nothing cheerful about going to the cemetary. *shrug*
Anyway, yeah...from the moment we left the car till about 20 minutes later, after we'd gotten back in and drove somewhere else...neither of us spoke a word. And then Raj said exactly what I'd been thinking all day.
I can't believe it's already been two years.
Anyway, yeah...from the moment we left the car till about 20 minutes later, after we'd gotten back in and drove somewhere else...neither of us spoke a word. And then Raj said exactly what I'd been thinking all day.
I can't believe it's already been two years.