By Katherine Shehadeh
Pat Tillman, the American Hero died on a hill with that Afghan fellow, nobody really knows anything about that man or how he found himself up there but his family whose tight-fitting jigsaw still stands in place having grown in relation to the contours of his shape they built their lives’ boundary lines to interlock with one another, when the other left, space left empty unable to complete the whole picture, they still remain still, their own shapes whisper slivers of loss with memories’ lines tracing back to the missing man. If you want to know about that man, just look to the remaining pieces and the hole forever left between them, taking great care not to destroy the whole or we’ll never really know anything about the man that Afghan fellow, nobody.
Photo by Cedric