Heh...
After updating once a day for a week and a half, I have come to realize that the number of comments you get on your posts is directly proportional to the amount of time since my last post. Oh, well. Today was long, though I did manage to get quite a bit accomplished. I suppose that's good or something.
Last Friday, one of the kids in my brother's greade (a junior) died. Apparently he had some sort of heart condition that killed him. His funeral was today. Honestly, I can't even come close to imagining what it would be like if my brother died at his age. I know that a lot of my friends (who I assume at least read some of the things I post) have siblings that are the same age as my brother. Could any of you imagine what this would be like? I know that me and my brothers haven't always gotten along as well as we could have, but to just have one of them gone? To know that I'd never talk to him again? I don't know how I'd handle that. I don't know if I could handle that. And for his parents to watch him grow up and then just lose him like that is just not right. A parent should never have to bury their child. Seventeen years old. People are meant to be more than that.
This is about the fifth or sixth person I've personally known who has died in the past semester. Add to that the fact that my family has absolutely no money and my dad still cannot find a job anywhere. Right now, I'm really struggling to find something good in life. I feel as if I'm drowning, and I keep trying to grab on to something, to anything that can help me at this point. And it seems like everything that I reach for just crumbles away. I really feel as if I should talk to somebody about everything, but I really don't know what I'd say, and I don't want to be a person who lays his troubles on other people. And also, my problems have nothing on the problems of the families of the people who have passed away recently. Tonight, I hope for better days in the future, both for myself, and for everybody else.
Last Friday, one of the kids in my brother's greade (a junior) died. Apparently he had some sort of heart condition that killed him. His funeral was today. Honestly, I can't even come close to imagining what it would be like if my brother died at his age. I know that a lot of my friends (who I assume at least read some of the things I post) have siblings that are the same age as my brother. Could any of you imagine what this would be like? I know that me and my brothers haven't always gotten along as well as we could have, but to just have one of them gone? To know that I'd never talk to him again? I don't know how I'd handle that. I don't know if I could handle that. And for his parents to watch him grow up and then just lose him like that is just not right. A parent should never have to bury their child. Seventeen years old. People are meant to be more than that.
This is about the fifth or sixth person I've personally known who has died in the past semester. Add to that the fact that my family has absolutely no money and my dad still cannot find a job anywhere. Right now, I'm really struggling to find something good in life. I feel as if I'm drowning, and I keep trying to grab on to something, to anything that can help me at this point. And it seems like everything that I reach for just crumbles away. I really feel as if I should talk to somebody about everything, but I really don't know what I'd say, and I don't want to be a person who lays his troubles on other people. And also, my problems have nothing on the problems of the families of the people who have passed away recently. Tonight, I hope for better days in the future, both for myself, and for everybody else.