Revisiting a teenage lover
As I did up the top button of my blouse, I looked in the mirror at my reflection and sighed heavily. I couldn’t believe I was going to the funeral of a 28 year old man. Liam had been the youngest of our group when we were teenagers. He was happily married with a daughter and another baby on the way. All it took was one drunk driver to jump a red light and wipe out his car, and he was gone. Just like that. The the funeral parlour was packed, as any funeral for a young person is. I surveyed the...