Did Buddy Lee really think he was the only one who was hurting? He didn’t have a monopoly on grief. There wasn’t a moment that went by he didn’t think about Isiah. Every day it got a little bit harder and a little bit easier. Whenever the pain ebbed slightly he felt guilty. Like he was disrespecting Isiah’s memory if he didn’t feel an agonizing ache in his chest every single second. The days it got harder he sat in the shed and drank until he could hardly stand.
