Title: A Texan Heart.
Warnings: Mention of a character’s death.
Feedback: Yes please.
Rest in Peace, Don S Davis.
The stars are beautiful tonight, and I wonder how that is possible. Don’t they know we are in mourning? How can they shine so damn bright?
It’s been a long day, and I’m tired. Actually, that’s not true; I am exhausted. The beer I opened tastes wrong, and the lasagna I heated is congealing on a plate. I have no heart to eat.
Today, I lost someone I considered a brother-in arms. A good man died and the world is now a poorer place.
My friend, my old commanding officer, had a heart attack. How can that be? He had such a big, Texan heart, how could it have failed?
I thought George would always been here. I’d have a problem, pick up the phone, and presto, problem solved. No fuss, no berating, just plain, good horse sense.
Now, who will I ring? Who will I call if I need to discuss things that weigh heavy on my mind?
The stars are so bright and I don’t understand why. Don’t they know we are in mourning?