post noctem de morte
There was a death yesterday, he never had a chance. The roll-over saved him a few seconds untill the second car smashed the drivers side compartment completly like an empty tin can. I hate to bring it up, but I knew his family from a long time ago. I recieved a call from his cousin, (my long lost friend) earlier tonight. Suprized my number hasn't changed since then, that or he just got it from someone else. He was close to his family like that, well, close enough to call up old friend for support. I talked to him for a half an hour befor arranging a meeting later in the week. The funeral will be on thur. I will not be attending cause I have to work. That and I have been so out of touch with him and the family for some time that it would be improper this time to show up. Family and close friends need to moarn this loss, I would not be welcome. I know it sounds retarted, but this is how his family works, strick and rooted in tradition and the rites of passing. It's not a question of getting there, if need be, I would forsake work and barrow a car, with no questions asked. I am just upset now because I know what he is going through and it just brings back some buried emotions that I thought would rot in my mind, but such things always seem to dig up the worst. I cannot break down this time, I promised myself that I won't. They won't want to see me this way and I know that, but they know how I get. I am weak like that, to allow such thoughts over-come me. The hell with being strong, where is my shot glass...