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Jul. 12th, 2025 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nowiammyselfThe strongest memories from that day are the ones that I invented in my head afterwards based on what people told me. Memories that stand out so poignantly that it's hard to believe they are just my own invention.
Charred meat on a grill. White, ashy charcoal. The TV left on playing a Cardinals game, the sportscaster's booming voice speaking to an empty backyard on a hot, humid evening in late July.
My brothers behind computers, headsets on, oblivious until the police show up.
My father holding a small, lifeless body on a blood-stained driveway, the old oak tree overhead, the one that has since been cut down because its branches were too large and heavy. Across the black asphalt road lined by tall trees with leaves the green of late summer stands the neighbor who saw it all, the one who was in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time depending on the perspective.
Charred meat on a grill. White, ashy charcoal. The TV left on playing a Cardinals game, the sportscaster's booming voice speaking to an empty backyard on a hot, humid evening in late July.
My brothers behind computers, headsets on, oblivious until the police show up.
My father holding a small, lifeless body on a blood-stained driveway, the old oak tree overhead, the one that has since been cut down because its branches were too large and heavy. Across the black asphalt road lined by tall trees with leaves the green of late summer stands the neighbor who saw it all, the one who was in the right place at the right time, or the wrong place at the wrong time depending on the perspective.
