2008-05-06 @ 6:40 a.m.
Willie died alone on a cold, dark night in a tiny, murky pond. He died alone.
Maybe he just wanted to be alone when he walked away from the party. Maybe he just wanted to think, to regroup.
He died alone in that dirty water.
How does a healthy person drown in eight feet of water? He knew how to swim.
His death hits me, hard and unannounced, at random moments. The thought of him pops into my head, and I can't help but tear up.
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