Misdo

He was the light of our lives
Very popular in school
Handled things with grace and humor
He had a wisdom that was intimidating
He had the looks of a model and the personality of a Saturday Night Live
character
Early that morning he left the party and drove his 1996 Plymouth to a wooded
area
Then he took a 12-gauge shotgun
Placed the barrel under his chin and squeesed the trigger
He wondered if he killed himself
Who would care
Then he broke down in tears
He walked into a pawnshop nearby his home
Purchased the instrument of his death
«He hated guns» one clue to a darker state of mind
Beneath a shining grace, a secret anguish