You never know until its lost
I woke up around 1:30 on the Friday of my big Thursday-Monday weekend with the boyfriend. I had like... five missed calls. I called Steph back... and thats when I found out about Marc.
My first reaction is "Oh my gosh... that is really really sad. I barely knew him, though..."
It was even more sad when Steph said he was really cleaning up from the ways he used to be. I mean... we weren't friends or anything, I can't claim to know all his ways, but I knew his ways weren't the best for awhile... and its really sad that when he was heading in the right direction, something like this has to happen.
I didn't think it would really hit me as hard as it did... as the day went on I thought about it a lot. Marc and I weren't really friends... but he was friends with most of my friends from school. And he was really good friends with both of the guys I dated in high school. We had lots of classes together... he was in my life a lot more than I thought he was.
Mostly what I remembered of him at first was him and the "not caring" thing he had going on with Nick. And some of the things they'd laugh about that just weren't funny... they were sick. Not the best of things, you know?
But through that, and even though the only times I was around him was because of my friends... I did see the good that he had there, through the morbid jokes and motocross accidents. I remember listening to Reel Big Fish and sitting in his truck at the Eastwood Mall to watch fireworks when I was dating Garret. I remember him being sorta depressed at a New Years Eve party I was at at Hirgelt's. I do remember him talking about girls quite a few times... and not in the normal horrible boy-ish way of talking about them, but how he really cared about them and they really hurt him.
I don't know... those are the memories I have of Marc. And even though I haven't been around him in a long time, I do feel his loss, I do feel horrible about what happened, and I do wish the best to his family and friends. And I'm not quite sure what he believed in, but I hope that God is taking care of him wherever he is.
R.I.P. Marc Moore.
My first reaction is "Oh my gosh... that is really really sad. I barely knew him, though..."
It was even more sad when Steph said he was really cleaning up from the ways he used to be. I mean... we weren't friends or anything, I can't claim to know all his ways, but I knew his ways weren't the best for awhile... and its really sad that when he was heading in the right direction, something like this has to happen.
I didn't think it would really hit me as hard as it did... as the day went on I thought about it a lot. Marc and I weren't really friends... but he was friends with most of my friends from school. And he was really good friends with both of the guys I dated in high school. We had lots of classes together... he was in my life a lot more than I thought he was.
Mostly what I remembered of him at first was him and the "not caring" thing he had going on with Nick. And some of the things they'd laugh about that just weren't funny... they were sick. Not the best of things, you know?
But through that, and even though the only times I was around him was because of my friends... I did see the good that he had there, through the morbid jokes and motocross accidents. I remember listening to Reel Big Fish and sitting in his truck at the Eastwood Mall to watch fireworks when I was dating Garret. I remember him being sorta depressed at a New Years Eve party I was at at Hirgelt's. I do remember him talking about girls quite a few times... and not in the normal horrible boy-ish way of talking about them, but how he really cared about them and they really hurt him.
I don't know... those are the memories I have of Marc. And even though I haven't been around him in a long time, I do feel his loss, I do feel horrible about what happened, and I do wish the best to his family and friends. And I'm not quite sure what he believed in, but I hope that God is taking care of him wherever he is.
R.I.P. Marc Moore.