For the longest time, I couldn't drive over the Clear Creek Bridge. The anxiety was too great. The old bridge has been replaced with a new one. That's made it easier, but still thoughts of Louie capture my mind each time I approach it. We will never know if my brother was alive or dead when his body was thrown over the rail on that bitterly cold, ice-stormed January night, so many years ago.
He was missing for six weeks, before he was found. I visited the very spot sometime later with two of my sisters. We made our way down the embankment, and saw the spot where he lay frozen dead. I discovered a handwritten note placed at the depression in the sand. All it said was "Sepulchura"...think about it....very, very curious. That's all I can say of it, for now. I crossed the bridge today and Louie flooded my heart with love, and my mind with wonderful memories. I cried for the millionth time...
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