my friend died.
his name was Dionate. and today was his funeral.
we grew up together.
he was my next-door neighbor.
he was only 23.
and someone stabbed him to death last week.
today was his funeral.
a funeral for a 23-year-old.
23.
and he wasn’t in a gang. or on drugs. or shooting people.
he wasn’t anything bad.
he was my friend.
and last weekend he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
he was at a party.
and now he dead.
forever.
the funeral was very sad.
and everyone from my childhood was there.
and they were all crying.
a lot.
and so was I.
i hugged his brothers.
and walked up to the casket.
i said good bye.
and cried.
a man sang amazing grace.
and Dionate’s girlfriend read a letter to him.
she cried the most.
and then they closed the casket.
why did this happen?
why did my friend die?
he was only 23.
23.