Are you impressed by thunderstorms? I am. I find them very impressive. What's even more impressive is my complete and utter neglect of my blog this month. I usually try for eight posts a month and this month, I'm pretty sure I'm topping out at six.
I'm feeling kinda nostalgic right now. I was flipping thru my notebook full of all the songs I'd written, and I found one that I wrote almost two years ago.
I really should have talked about this yesterday.
Yesterday was the second anniversary of a dear friend's death. She was born on March 26th and for those of you who saw my birthday post, that's four days after my own birthday. She was fourteen, WE were fourteen. We had played hockey together for ages, as long as I remember playing hockey, she was on my team.
Once, she came to school wearing a white t-shirt, white jeans and white Zellers sneakers. It had rained the day before and she decided to go for it: roll in the mud. We were probably in grade three and she was either crazy or the funniest thing ever. She wore the same outfit the next day. She had a puppy named Buster. She wasn't ever mean to anyone, and it was almost strange.
I miss her. Everyone misses her. Today, if you go to her Facebook the only thing you'll see is dozens upon dozens upon dozens of posts denoting how she is missed and how people wish she was still here and that we could see her again.
And how sad is that? That our only medium of comfort is to write on a Facebook wall she never sees?
I miss her. I want to see her. I don't want the memories of her little brother crying at her funeral. I just wish none of it had to happen.
I remembered too baby girl. I remembered her anniversary and her birthday. She is never gone as long as we remember her in our hearts. I try to imagine her at 16 and it breaks my heart that I can't. I still struggle with the "why".
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