shellymc

Today i was told by my mother that my younger brothers best friend "Carl" had been murdered last night.
I have known Carl since he was probably about thirteen or so.
He was a kind person with a good heart, and a very loyal friend to my brother.
He leaves behind a 2yr old son with his longtime girlfriend "Jen".
I knew him for many years, and yet i didn't really know him too well.
I never had a conversation that lasted over ten minutes with him. And though i always thought he was a good kid, he never made an incredible impression upon me.
He was a young man, who was kindhearted but rather simple in mind. I sincerely don't mean that to sound rude or disrespectful.....just honest.
Some people in this world don't long for anything to unattainable or materialistic. A few good friends, a steady job and the love of a good woman can be enough for people of this nature.
And that was always my impression of Carl.
I have not read the article in todays paper yet, and have not been told all the details.
All i know is that he was stabbed, and that my brother went to the hospital to see him.
But he had already passed.
While i was driving to work today, after being told of his passing away.......
It struck me odd that i would never walk into my familys house again, and see Carl sitting on the couch with my brother watching movies. Or even see him sitting inside his taxi (which he drove on a full time basis) waiting outside my parents house, waiting for my brother....to drive him god knows where.
I will never see him again.
And i continue driving as if in a trance, then i make the decision to pop in my new Kate Bush CD.

I listened to "King of the Mountain"
she sings a line about the wind whistling.....
her voice a seductive lullabye.

strangely enough, for just a few seconds
I honestly felt like she was singing about Carl.