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“Today I Am Going For A Walk”




July 13, 2014 Today I am going for a walk. I think I’m going to walk down to Burger King. It’s been ages since I’ve had a Whopper. Doctor says my cholesterol is too high already, need to stick to a strict diet, but I think the walk will help counterbalance the bad stuff in the burger. Doc says I need to be more active anyway so I figure this will be a good start. I’ll cut through Memorial Park Cemetery, from there it’s a straight shot to fifth avenue where Burger King is at. I don’t really understand why they want me to write my thoughts down like this. They say it’s therapeutic or something. I can kinda understand that, it is nice to have someone to talk to.
July 14, 2014 Well I got my Whopper. It wasn’t what I remembered, but nothing is like I remember anymore. Pattie was too thin and they put WAY to much mayo on. Oh well, it is what it is. On my walk though, when I was cutting through the cemetery, I noticed that a new grave had been put in. Whenever I see a new grave I like to go over, pay my respects. Usually they are older men or women, passed away quietly in a nursing home or the like. This one was different though, she was so young. On her gravestone was a picture. She was jaw droppingly stunning. Tight curls of brown hair, a small amount of freckles on her nose, and a smile to die for. She was wearing a blue dress and the corsage on her wrist suggested the photo was from her prom. The inscription read:

Elizabeth Maree Collins May 25, 1996 - June 4, 2014 "We are all capable of beauty."

We are all capable of beauty. Something struck me about those words in a way I can’t quite explain. I think I am going to visit Elizabeth again today.
July 15, 2014 When I got home from the Cemetery today I did an internet search for Elizabeth. Turns out she was killed in a drunk driving accident. Hers was the only vehicle involved. Wrapped her car around a tree up near Devil’s Dip. She had a BAC of .46. Her death was officially ruled accidental, but the CHP officer who arrived on the scene first felt that the speed at which her car impacted the tree was far too high to be considered an accident.

I don’t care if it was an accident or not. It brought Liz into my life and for that I will be forever grateful.
July 25, 2014 I’m sorry for not writing in the past week or so, but when you have someone to talk to, to tell all of your deepest secrets to, it seems a bit redundant to write those same thoughts down, doesn’t it? This week has been a whirlwind. I spend all my free time with Lizzy. I eat all my meals with her, I watch the sunrise with her. Don’t tell anyone, but a couple nights ago I spent my first night with her. I snuck into the cemetery after hours, spread a sleeping bag out on the grass and I slept. It was the best nights sleep I can remember having.

The other day I went to purchase the plot right next to Lizzie’s. Apparently it already belonged to her parents, but that didn’t bother me much. I bought the plot catty-corner to hers instead. I can’t imagine anything greater than spending eternity near the love of your life.
July 28, 2014 Today there was someone else visiting Liz. He was a big meat head of a man, spiky blonde hair and a letterman jacket on. I confronted him, asked he in what he thought he was doing here. Can you believe it, he had the gall to yell at me. Made up some story about how he had been in love with Elizabeth. Macho tough guy felt like a big man, roughing up an old man. Broke my nose and everything. I don’t have to take this. No, I certainly do not. I will show her who truly loves her.
July 31, 2014 There is blood on my hands.
August 2, 2014 It’s time. Bought a 24 pack of Bud and a 1.75 litre bottle of Vodka. I haven’t drank in so long, don’t really know how much it takes to get me drunk, but this should do the trick. I’m so close Elizabeth. It’s almost time. I’m going to reach my full potential for beauty like you want me to, like you did.
August 3, 2014 Today I am going for a drive.

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