We were like bread and butter. Dunkin Graham was my best friend during my youth. Climbing trees, building tree forts, swimming in rivers, and pretending to hunt little furry critters scampering through the woods is what we did with our lives every day. We were inseparable. Wherever the bread went, the butter went with it. Living three houses down from me, it felt like he was my brother. We looked alike in every way except for the height and age difference. Whether doing something constructive and beneficial or getting in trouble, he was always there to be my right hand man. He took the fall for me when I got in trouble and I did the same for him. Best of all we loved the same things and never got upset with each other over what to do on a specific day.
Searching for snakes slithering slyly through the leaves, crouching in trees like gargoyles ready to pounce on squirrels or rabbits, or hammering away on one of our inventive and original projects we were always doing things with smiles. In a way it brought happiness to our parents to see us so happy and to see us always being outside in the fresh air. Seeing us enjoying life and taking advantage of everything our neighborhood had to offer.
Dunkin Graham is no longer in my life due to his family moving. It felt like my brother had deserted me and left me to survive on my own. I wanted to unleash my anger, like a pack of wolves taking down an elk, masticating its neck and then taking one leg down at a time until it lies there helpless and frozen. The butter couldn’t go anywhere with the bread anymore. What seemed to be impossible became possible. I didn’t know what to think or how to react. I lost my brother and I felt uncoordinated and incapable to do anything. I was now a one-man wolfpack with nothing to do and no one to share my excitement with. Now being an infinite number of miles away I was lost for what felt like an infinite number of time.
- Jordan Cann '11
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