It was a chilly spring day and the rain had set in on the day of the funeral. It always seemed to rain on the days of a burial, matching the solemn mood of those attending. It was almost as if the universe was weeping for the loss.
Throughout the funeral, it made Roman proud to hear the stories of the many lives his brother had affected in such a positive way since his drug recovery. Person after person had stepped up to tell what a wonderful and kind soul he was. Beau really had been making great strides in the community that would be sorely missed, and it was wonderful to hear his family had done something good for a change. It wasn't often Roman found much good in their line of work.
