Yesterday I found out that my friend (from another school) is dead. He got hit by a bus while running home. We met at a one week camp at the beginning of the school year. I'd rather not remember that. One of my best friends who moved to Michigan from Florida had an asthma attack because of the smoke from the campfire Thursday. The same day one of my other friends found a picture that this kid Russel drew in his journal; a naked girl from the waist up, then he said that it was her. That night he said that it was all the girls from our school. I was with my best friend forever and was so confused because I had no idea what happened. I come back to our room and everyone's crying except one of the girls. She was going around as "The Tissue Train" trying to make everyone feel better, she even tried to fly.
Even now I can't believe he's gone. It's so hard to except, because I don't have something to remind me that he is. My mother told me this morning, "a funeral is actually for the people who attend it, not for the person who dies." It does make sense, my older sister, who is 31 and has five kids, wasn't able to attend Grandpa's funeral and she sometimes forgets that he's dead. I just can't bring myself to believe that I'll never see his face again.
Just one last time I wish could of seen your face dark as night, But my wishes are replaced with fright Because I finally see That it was never ment to be
R.I.P my friend, when I'm outside the gates of heaven I hope that your face will be the first I get to see.
.Kayori.Sama. · Fri Feb 03, 2006 @ 02:59am · 0 Comments |