Current Mood: Bored, nervous, sad... Oy it's amazing how you see this person one day, everyday in one way the other and then the next day, you find out he's dead. It's like a huge weight fell on you and now you're forced to cry. It's a time where all you can think of is omigosh I didn't get to do this with him or I so regret what I did and the infamous one...denial. It's a crappy feeling. Makes you cry. I HATE crying. It's a wasteful emotion cause it shows your vulnerability and it throws other people off when you start crying cause they see a side of you they never saw. And it gets worse: they start crying alongside with you or ask "hey, you okay?" Not only does it make ME feel awkward but it makes the people around me feel awkward cause they got to try and console this crybaby (me). I cried. Especially when we had a memorial for him. My job was to help plan this memorial and bring in things in anyway possible. I wasn't really thinking to attend because I knew I would start crying. But I did go anyways cause Ms. Camacho just had to say "Thank you very much for taking time out of your own time to help us with this. I really appreciate this because if you weren't here and along with the other kids, I would have not been able to pull this off because you guys knew him" Jeez. And so I went. And helped prepare the powerpoint. Then out of no where Ms. Thrower comes and hands me pink roses to me and Jackie to give to the mother. We waited and waited and then this damn guy comes up and starts talking to us and saying stuff about him and then I just had to share my experience with him and then BOOM. I break down. waaaah waaah waaah... When I saw the mother... My gosh...she looked so much like him. ::Sigh:: And so, one by one, people with roses were told to go up and talk about him or share an experience with him and then it was my friend and my turn (we wanted to go together) and we talked about him and oh boy...we then had to give the roses to the mother and man... gosh it was hard. In the end, they showed one of his favorite animes, Naruto.. hehe... but then I had to leave cause my dad was here and we had to go pick up my brother. What a hard day that was, Thursday Oct. 4th 2007. |