i was told he died and transporting his body back to his home country was put on hold due to an ebola virus outbreak somewhere in Africa. i never got to know him well but i’m sure he was nice. he was already aboard on ship during my wedding and no one from his family had send any regards whatsoever until a few weeks later.
recently, his eldest son stays at their house every weekend. he was only allowed Saturdays and Sundays and have to report back to the facility as ordered by the judge.
a junkie in and out of rehab for ten long years,
i worry about him the most.
i leave the dead to the ferryman.