He isn’t here. I’ll keep searching, but I’m losing hope. I thought it would be different. I guess I was just dreaming, no one actually knows what happens. . .after.
Sunday afternoon we decided to take a picnic. Not a trouble in the world would defeat us. Getting away in the mountains hiking, all a great adventure and we couldn’t wait to get started. It was an accident, of course, one of those unexpected tragedies that you hope never comes in your lifetime. We hurriedly climbed together, the rocks gave way and we disappeared.
Searching for him here, in our “afterlife”.