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Death of a Saxophone Player

First there was the text from a childhood friend, then there were the FB messages.  The first saxophone player I'd ever known…my first girlfriend…was dead.  She had become part of a trend in my life where I  would reconcile with someone and soon after reconciliation…the person would die.  Very strange.  Very disturbing. 

When I asked how the saxophonist died, not one person would give me an answer.  I later found myself at the funeral on the receiving end of disapproving stares of disgust because I asked the question again.  The funeral was in a place that nobody wanted to be, at a time when nobody wanted to be there; Ferguson, MO…during the riots.  The viewing room was practically empty when I walked inside because everyone was standing in the hallway of the funeral home.  For a brief moment, I felt like my nine-year-old self (our age when we met in grade school) as I approached the casket.  When I peaked inside the casket, she appeared to be scowling.  For some strange reason I…