Young men are dying now, his age, lost forever to the ones who love them. The funeral for Shawn Martin of Delmar will be this week, whenever what is left of him returns. Casey's Jared is somewhere in the fighting, and my little cousin Logan, we don't know where. Someone is counting the dead still, but more and more they are just numbers instead of living, breathing people. Eighty this month so far; the "96" only a memory. I visit their pictures and try to meet them and imagine the loss of them in the lives of others. It seems like all, and the least, I can do.
Our Zach will be returning, still on this earth, in California or New York or points where we can find him, and touch him, and hear his voice.
Zachary, so anxious to go and start your life, be safe and be happy. We'll be here.
only Grandma C.