A Dialogue.

A Dialogue.

somewhere in the darkness of Oct 2011

Me: rough one Chris

Chris: yea

Me: remember that Cat?

Chris: yea, that was so funny

Me: I loved spending that last hour with you every Wed night

Chris: yea it worked out pretty good, huh?

Me: I wish I knew more how to help you, that I wouldn’t have gotten so burned out--

Chris: I always felt you were available, I just wasn’t ready-

Me: I think when Box was killed you turned a corner-

Chris: I know—I just hurt so bad, and I counldn't make sense.

Me: also when you were with Jubar, Lionel and Will--

Chris: yea, I was so sorry you found out.

Me: You were robbed you know….your academics sucked

Chris: I know--I really saw it at Butte, but didn’t know how to fix it--

Me: that damn weed Chris!!! It numbed you so you couldn’t work hard--you couldn't get to healing

Chris: I know, but there had been so much confusion in my life, my moms, my dad, and then everyone getting killed

ME: yea, you have a pretty special space in my life, and Will’s ….When I saw your mom and grandfather after that night....we laughed and cried-- you were loved…..your were so many people's beloved.

Chris: I know…

Me: I gotta figure out how to take care of me
Chris: yep…. you can’t make someone do anything….but Sundance—I always knew.