First thing in the morning
One year when we were in high school some of the cool kids made a film and somehow Randy was drafted for a part in it. It was pretty sophisticated for high school kids - a kid of art film. I remember seeing it in class and thinking it was kind of dumb and boring, but that’s probably because there weren’t enough words in it.
I found the framed photo in the closet after Randy died and I put it on the low shelf next to his side of the bed. The clock was over there as well, and since that was the first thing I would look at every morning I found that my first thought of the day would be Randy’s dead. It’s a great photo, but I had to put it back in the closet.