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I have a long weekend this weekend. And now I may be making a trip. I just don't understand how things like this happen. A good friend of mine from Pennsylvania was killed early this morning riding his bike down the road. God knows why he was riding his bike that early in the morning, but that was just how he operated I guess. That could have been me with him. We'd always be out and about at odd hours of the morning.
He, when I was younger was our paper boy. I had a massive crush on him and would offer to take his route while his family was on vacation in the summers. He reminded me of Tom Everett Scott in That Thing You Do! They looked a lot alike. Anyway, soon, my little brother took on his route. As I grew older, we would walk our dogs together and hang out together sometimes. When I came back from college for a visit, he would stop by or we'd go out. I always considered him a person I could really talk to. It's funny. We were just reminiscing about him last week. I missed the crazy randomness he brought to my life and the way my dog would attack him when he would try to wrestle with me. Sean, hopefully you're off to better places. He was only 29.
Sometimes I feel like my past is being erased. There is no one really to go home to in Pennsylvania anymore. Amy, Paige, Gram, Missy, everyone just gone. Month by month and year by year everyone I was once close to is dying. Usually dying tragically and unneccesarily.
Grr.
He, when I was younger was our paper boy. I had a massive crush on him and would offer to take his route while his family was on vacation in the summers. He reminded me of Tom Everett Scott in That Thing You Do! They looked a lot alike. Anyway, soon, my little brother took on his route. As I grew older, we would walk our dogs together and hang out together sometimes. When I came back from college for a visit, he would stop by or we'd go out. I always considered him a person I could really talk to. It's funny. We were just reminiscing about him last week. I missed the crazy randomness he brought to my life and the way my dog would attack him when he would try to wrestle with me. Sean, hopefully you're off to better places. He was only 29.
Sometimes I feel like my past is being erased. There is no one really to go home to in Pennsylvania anymore. Amy, Paige, Gram, Missy, everyone just gone. Month by month and year by year everyone I was once close to is dying. Usually dying tragically and unneccesarily.
Grr.