He was buried underneath a birch tree.
The same one he had played on, in, and under during life.
I had cried under this tree many, many times. I tried everything.
Spells, pleading, praying, i even debated selling my soul to see him again, but i knew he wouldn't want that. I had to face the truth.
My little brother was gone, and he wasn't coming back.
I stared at his headstone again.
Israel Cane a beloved son and brother. May he never be forgotten.
Well i would never forget him. I promised myself and him.