nobody needs to answer...just had to write it down...
When I was 12/13 I was really in 'love' with the son of some of our family friends. His name was Patrick. I was really good friends with him and his brother, Martin. Nothing happened between the two of us, of course. We grew up. We stopped going on holidays with our parents which lead to not seeing each other anymore. I haven't seen the two of them in 3 years now. Today I wake up and go in the kitchen where my mother sits. My mother is on the phone. She turns from the phone and asks me which of the two boys is the older one. I tell her, Patrick is. She turns back to the phone and says something like "yeah...it wasn't Martin, sorry, Patrick's the older one....mhhm..moped accident...yeah, I don't even want to imagine how it must be for Sabine". I was so shocked at that moment. My mother and me spoke about it later and told me Patrick had had the accident a few days ago and had been brain dead. They had the machines turned off at 4 o'clock in the moring today. It makes me kinda sad.
Ricci and I just spoke about how we couldn't imagine life without our brothers a few days ago. Right now I don't know how to feel about Patrick. But I definitely feel for Martin. If my brother wouldn't be there anymore, even if he drives me nuts most of the time, I wouldn't know what to do. My brother is this big football (soccer for all americans) freak and he always goes around in our apartment screaming some stupid football slogans. I could kill him for that most of the time, but at least I know he's still there.
I have no idea why I'm writing this in my LJ 'cause normally I don't like doing stuff like that, but I just had to.
I feel pretty weird.
Nobody needs to answer this post btw. I wouldn't know what to say so you don't have to either.