the sky was as somber as a steel pan. it was always like this as long as he could remember. Drinking the last of his breakfast as he thought over the impending events of the day to come. He tried to think of something encouraging to get him started. Well, he nursed that as long as it would last, grabbed his jacket and headed out into the world.
Jack wasn't one to think too much about anything but lately some thoughts just would not leave him alone. Faced with the deaths of his son so many years ago followed quickly by the death of his marriage and the murder of his estranged wife. No, he didn't do it, and if he caught who ever did ... The bile rose in his mouth leaving a bitter taste.
But that felt like only the beginning, or was it the end? The end of a fairly idyllic life that never really asked much of him other than to just show up and look like he was paying attention. More recently there was the death of his parents; one to a horrible disease and the other to something even more tragic. The inability to cope and the decision to end it all.
Grief stabbed him in the heart and he started to cry. Where are they now? he wondered. He new in his heart that though they were no longer conscious and physically dead that they somehow still lived somewhere. What was it his partner tried to tell him before he too succumbed to death? "More to this life, more than living and dying more than just trying to make it through another day. More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see. There is more than this life alone can be."
He wracked his brain trying to remember the rest of the song but for the time being it escaped him. What else had Preacher said? That was the nickname the rest of the crew gave his partner a few weeks, no, a few days after he joined them. He was always spouting off quotes from some obscure book almost no one else had heard about. He had qualified that because a few of the crew had memories of it from childhood.
Preacher was always trying to encourage you. Always trying to make you think... Think of the consequences of your actions... even your words have consequences he would say. He even had recent examples from work to bolster his argument. Preacher had been a
Jack wasn't one to think too much about anything but lately some thoughts just would not leave him alone. Faced with the deaths of his son so many years ago followed quickly by the death of his marriage and the murder of his estranged wife. No, he didn't do it, and if he caught who ever did ... The bile rose in his mouth leaving a bitter taste.
But that felt like only the beginning, or was it the end? The end of a fairly idyllic life that never really asked much of him other than to just show up and look like he was paying attention. More recently there was the death of his parents; one to a horrible disease and the other to something even more tragic. The inability to cope and the decision to end it all.
Grief stabbed him in the heart and he started to cry. Where are they now? he wondered. He new in his heart that though they were no longer conscious and physically dead that they somehow still lived somewhere. What was it his partner tried to tell him before he too succumbed to death? "More to this life, more than living and dying more than just trying to make it through another day. More to this life, more than these eyes alone can see. There is more than this life alone can be."
He wracked his brain trying to remember the rest of the song but for the time being it escaped him. What else had Preacher said? That was the nickname the rest of the crew gave his partner a few weeks, no, a few days after he joined them. He was always spouting off quotes from some obscure book almost no one else had heard about. He had qualified that because a few of the crew had memories of it from childhood.
Preacher was always trying to encourage you. Always trying to make you think... Think of the consequences of your actions... even your words have consequences he would say. He even had recent examples from work to bolster his argument. Preacher had been a
