Remembrance, May 28, 2012

He stood there, hat in hand. His eyes, a steely grey, were glistening from the tears forming as he stared off into the distance. He made no attempt to wipe them away as they ran down his face.

            Laughter broke the silence, and looked up to see a father and son throwing the baseball. The kid missed the ball and bounced and rolled towards the old man, stopping at his feet. The boy ran up looking up at the old man.

            “What’s wrong?”

            Glancing at the wall of names, he sighed deeply before answering “I’m just missing some old friends.”