The days were trickling by, and still no answers, all I could do was wait for the inevitable.
I called and filed a missing persons report, my girlfriend nervously called the coroners to see if they have anyone there fitting my sons description. Relieved that there was none, but at the same time still convinced that his body no longer walked on this side of life. And so I still continued to grieve the loss of my baby boy. I tried to be optimistic and pretend my sons words and my intuitions were wrong, but pestimistically I knew in my mind heart and soul my son laid somewhere cold.
That last day I spoke to my son he assured me that he was going to go visit his girlfriend, and he was gonna take the train before nightfall. Like I always told him over and over again, do whatever it is you need to do in the daylight hours. And by nighttime you will be settled in doors. But that particular day was destined to be, his fate finally caught up to his destiny. GOD finalized his childs departure.
And so all I could do was grieve and suffer through all the pain that comes with it. Tears, fears, pain and sleepless nights consumed all that was left of my broken life.
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"SIXTEEN CANDLES"
Non-FictionAnother Drive-by...."His Name Was Eli Williams" ELI THE SPIRIT THAT NEVER DIES (ELI LIVES IN ME )