He saw him

He him across the parking lot.walking to his car. In his arms, sheathed in th brown paper bags of the liquor store. He him out of the corner of his eye, selecting a snow shovel from the shovel rack as he walked past the aisle in his search for LED lightbulbs. He saw hi at the supermarket, picking up and squeezing the oranges before deciding which one to buy. He saw him everywhere, the dry lean ore, the subway, the coffee shop in the lobby if his office building. He saw him here and he saw him everywhere and he knew that he shouldn’t be seeing him anywhere. That that is not how life works. Once you stop. Once you leave. Once you die. You are no longer. He saw it with his own eyes. He was there the minute it happened. He held his hand and told him he loved him and having a brother was the best thing that ever happened to him. He watched his chest rise one last time watched a smile bend his lips and ccimkle the corner of his eyes. Watched the light drain from his eyes, dimming the blue till nothing was left to shine. He was there at the cemetery when they buried the casket, and was there several days later when the newly engraved headstone looking entirely too new was placed on his grave.