I Could Have Saved Him
I knew him quite well. He often visited at my invitation. Sometimes for just a few hours and at others for a few days. He was seldom any trouble but on occasion I did have to twist his arm. I would meet him on the street or even in his home. This meeting would be on the street. I pulled up along side of him and never got out of the car. We had our usual interaction and I sent him on his way. His way was often the railroad tracks that ran near his brother's house and today was no different. I was nearby and heard the iron horse whistle. A short time later I got the call. He never made it to his brother's house. He had met the iron horse and what was left was here and there along the tracks. His demise was analyzed. They told me that I should bear no blame and feel no guilt. It was of his own doing. Don't tell me how to feel. It's been over twenty five years and any thought I have of that day brings it all back fresh and new. Wave upon wave of blame and guilt. Don't tell me how to feel. It wasn't you.