He was writing poetry, he was reading books.
He was coming to school every day.
Around the same time that I had figured out how to connect to Patrick, I got into law school at Harvard.
I once again faced this question, where should I put myself, where do I put my body? And I thought to myself that the Mississippi Delta was a place where people with money, people with opportunity, those people leave.
And the people who stay behind are the people who don't have the chance to leave.
I didn't want to be a person who left.
I wanted to be a person who stayed.
On the other hand, I was lonely and tired.
And so I convinced myself that I could do more change on a larger scale if I had a prestigious law degree. So I left.
Three years later, when I was about to graduate from law school, my friend called me and told me that Patrick had got into a fight and killed someone.