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The telephone rang April 7th, and Betty Godbey answered

A police officer told her that her husband, Delbert Godbey, had been murdered in a mobile

home he was renting in Cebola, Arizona

His credit cards, checkbook, identification, and wallet were missing

The death certificate listed the cause of death as a blunt force, and said Godbey had

been beaten by assailants

He might have been dead since March 24th

She thumbs through photos that her husband had sent during the solo vacation that he'd

always dreamed of taking

Ducks drift on the Colorado River near Parker, Arizona, protected wild burros roamed the

sidewalks Oatman

The backs of the photos are filled with notes recounting his travels alone

An avid painter, Delbert Godbey's script is clear, telling stories he might have shared

with thirteen children

But the stories seem a little unreal now

So this is it, unceremonious and raw

I thought if I climbed high enough, I'd never feel the fall

If i forget, if I don't make that call

If I never decided anything, am I really free at all

All stories have a final chapter, and darling, we aren't exempt

Through each and every stupid disaster, though strife may never relent

I'll beg you for a calming answer when I've made my last attempt

To force oxygen inside these lungs

May there be no fear or lament

Can I quit when I'm too far down this hole

I thought if I kept digging that I would have control

Could you forgive

Could you resist that pull

Could you stay stronger than I ever could

Cause you know it takes a toll

All stories have a final chapter, and darling, we aren't exempt

Through each and every stupid disaster, though strife may never relent

I'll beg you for a calming answer when I've made my last attempt

To force oxygen inside these lungs may there be no fear or lament