So weird...
I went back to my grammar school today, for a memorial service. It was so... strange. It's weird how you move on and forget things, without meaning to.
The guy who died was in my sister's class. He was twenty-one, and on Saturday he was driving at a crazy high speed. His car hit a tree, flipped over, and hit another tree. He was dead before emergency personnel got there. It's weird, I grew up with the guy, but I can only remember this one time at the park when I sold him some kool-aid. He spilled it and I gave him a roll of paper towels. Instead of using one sheet at a time he put the whole roll down, wasting all of them. Typical twelve-year old jackass... my sister saw him last month at a bar and he was all happy to see her, and she was pleasantly surprised that he had turned out so nice. She's been really upset about it, she knew him a lot better.
I went to the memorial with my mom and my Aunt Karen. They, and my other aunts, all know the kid's parents. I know the mother from when she did my make-up for the school play. She gave me a half-hug type thing. One of the sisters knew me, she said "Lindsey, right?" and I said "it's Lindy but it really doesn't matter." I think she was in my brother's grade, which means she recognizes me from when I was 8. How bout that...
I saw my teachers from 3rd, 4th, and 8th grade as well as the art teacher and the school secretary. They seem shorter now. There was one guy who told me he coached me in t-ball, but he called me my sister's name so he may have been wrong about that.
I'm kinda glad I live in this neighborhood. There are tragedies like this, and theres lots of stupid everyday drama, but the people are there and for the most part they're kind-hearted. So... I really don't want to do this again, but I am oddly comforted. Beneath the ohmygodthatssadandjustplainawful.
The guy who died was in my sister's class. He was twenty-one, and on Saturday he was driving at a crazy high speed. His car hit a tree, flipped over, and hit another tree. He was dead before emergency personnel got there. It's weird, I grew up with the guy, but I can only remember this one time at the park when I sold him some kool-aid. He spilled it and I gave him a roll of paper towels. Instead of using one sheet at a time he put the whole roll down, wasting all of them. Typical twelve-year old jackass... my sister saw him last month at a bar and he was all happy to see her, and she was pleasantly surprised that he had turned out so nice. She's been really upset about it, she knew him a lot better.
I went to the memorial with my mom and my Aunt Karen. They, and my other aunts, all know the kid's parents. I know the mother from when she did my make-up for the school play. She gave me a half-hug type thing. One of the sisters knew me, she said "Lindsey, right?" and I said "it's Lindy but it really doesn't matter." I think she was in my brother's grade, which means she recognizes me from when I was 8. How bout that...
I saw my teachers from 3rd, 4th, and 8th grade as well as the art teacher and the school secretary. They seem shorter now. There was one guy who told me he coached me in t-ball, but he called me my sister's name so he may have been wrong about that.
I'm kinda glad I live in this neighborhood. There are tragedies like this, and theres lots of stupid everyday drama, but the people are there and for the most part they're kind-hearted. So... I really don't want to do this again, but I am oddly comforted. Beneath the ohmygodthatssadandjustplainawful.