It’s at this time of the year when we’re all so festive, so roaring to go. I arrive at the end of a 13 year-old year journey to continue another,possibly longer, journey. And so, everyone buys the yearbook. We gather around the pages, giggle at the people who were caught in mid-sentence, and search diligently for our own faces within our book of memories. Then, as tradition suggest, the yearbook is passed around and signed, with happy memories and hopes for the future. Sometimes when you sign the yearbook, you completely lie. Or other times, you have to make up something for a person you never really knew. Perhaps you’re writing in your best friend’s book, and then the pressure is on to write one hell of signature.
We’ll never forget each other,
Love, L
From the minute I met you, I knew you were different. : D
See you next year!
Love, L
We never spoke much, but I could tell you were something else.
Keep on trucking.
Love, L
Today I was on the midst of writing my first signature on an obituary. I sat there and thought. And thought. And thought some more. The young man who passed away was not a friend of mine, barely an acquaintance. To sum it up, neither of us had an interest in the other. So what could I possibly say? Whatever I’d like to say, I don’t want to write it there, for everyone to judge and then cry about it. So I’ll write it here.
You and I were never friends. I could tell that you thought we could never be friends. I thought you were one of those country hicks and I’m certain you thought I was some sort of crazy teen girl who wears sunglasses in the dark of night. But I could tell, that you had the power to change everything at the whim of a moment. I never thought you would have used it for what you have. It could’ve been to turn your life around, to go on and do completely positive and wonderful things. I saw your characteristics, even before you opened your mouth. Your humor, your smarts, your feigned nonchalance. I know you never meant to be who you were. So you used this power in what you thought was the best of ways, a sacrifice to yourself and your family, and you thought it was best. You believed in what you’ve done would be a positive thing, not only for you, but the ones closest to you. So if that’s your decision, then this stranger is right behind you. And if there is god, you’re up there,sitting on a throne made out of silk, drinking only the finest beer.
Enjoy,
Lissy
Rest in Peace Dean.
