Le Marquis' Madness

Pyewackett

Pyewackett was the name of one of my best friends. I called him Pye. I only knew him for about a year and a half, but his drowning three years ago still adversely affects me. I lost one of the best.

Pye was much younger than I, but I always had him there to listen to my thoughts. More than a friend, he was like a brother to me. Sure, we both had interests that the other wasn't involved in, I liked history...he was an avid hunter. He had a mind that was, perhaps, a taste too curious. I suppose that is the reason I found him floating lifelessly in the water. I still think about the horror of that day.

I miss you Pyewackett, more than most people I have known. I hope you are happy buddy. I am saddened by my loss of our friendship.