I spy... the remembrance of an Angel

I spy... the remembrance of an Angel... it's just a sketch, but, yeah...

So... One month ago, I received a text message, saying, "Travis Jensen died in a car accident last night". As I stood shocked with my phone in my hand, I reread the text over and over. My mom asked what was wrong, and I told her what the text said, and she too was shocked. I went onto the computer, and there I had about ten messages waiting for me, all with the same message. Of all the ways to find out, a text message. If it weren't bad enough, I was stuck three thousand miles away, and my only closure was talking to others, and viewing the images and stories they sent me. I hadn't talked to Travis since I moved in October. It still hurts though, this kid, that I had class with, hung out with on a few occasions, and he lived in my old neighborhood... I mean, he was only eighteen. But I couldn't be there...
But this drawing is my final closure, Here's to Travis, I couldn't sign the real cross, so I wrote on this one, I couldn't read the writing, because the only picture I had was from the newspaper. So I wrote what I could only imagine, and what I felt.
So here's to Travis, and remembering the Angel that he is. May he rest in Peace.