As the days went on and the nights stayed for awhile!
I was left inside my own nightmare.

Thirty three and still had no family to take care of, possibly for the best.

I had dreamed up many days being the best cop possible. The man to clean up the streets and maybe one day become chief. But as I wondered further into that very thought I had wondered if my pa had the same vision as I did.

The clock seemed to stand still.
No movement.
No noise.
It was as silent as it would get.

I thought about many dark things over the last week.
Suicide, murder things cops should not be thinking of.
But I think higher order around here hopes one or two comes sooner then later.

The end was here and I was not ready to go just yet.
If there was something my father didn’t do is end it all in the first place.
Whatever made him scared and chased him to his own demise must be something highly important.
If this was just something that had no meaning, life would be a cold and dark place to be in.