mourning

Before the quiet town of Gravesend, New Hampshire woke up to the cacophony of daily life, James carefully strode towards the familiar chapel. He had returned home after long years in Vietnam - a man changed by time and war. The chapel, where he once played with his dear friend, Owen Meany, had been a sanctuary in their youth. Today, it served as a reminder of the elusive permanence of life. Owen, a peculiar boy with a distinctive voice, was no more. But his memories were still vivid in James’ mind.