The weekend
My birthday was on Sunday. It was fine. Nothing more really to say about it I guess.
Saturday Tom, Mike, and I went over to Jenna's to just say hey and give her a hug. But to my suprise she wanted to get out so I took her to Luigi's (again Mare everytime I see the ugly fish I think of you! haha) and we ordered a pizza to go. Somehow I got lost on the way back to Jenna's house (which is by Mare's Dad's resturant) and we ended up on Wooster Avenue. Which is like the worst avenue in all of akron. It was sooooo interesting. But it make Jenna smile so it was pretty much worth it. A weird black guy even winked at her. Mind you, we were lost in the worst part of Akron in my brand new 50,000 dollar lexus. Not a good idea.
Sunday was the birthday. Jenna came over for a little bit and we sat around and just talked about everything that had happened. Mike stayed in the basement and played his new video game. So it was nice to have some girl time. Later we took her home and I saw Bob and everyone else who was over there. Bob wished me a happy birthday and I thought it was the best gift I got all day. Because he really didn't need to. God Bless him.
Monday was the funeral. It was an odd event. I mean it was beautiful but I had never been to a funeral of someone I really cared about before. Tom, Mike and I sat with Sarah and her Mother. And I saw Kim while I was there. Nat was there too but well yeah. I saw other faces I had seen before, I saw my Doc Lisa and some WRA people. It felt good to be there with everyone. Anyway, the service was nice. Shellie's brother spoke and so did Marty Newman and it just seemed to go by. I couldn't help but remember all the times I had gone to temple with Shellie myself and it just made me heavy hearted. But I was ok for that part. And so I thought I would be just fine for the entire thing.
After the service we got in line for the procession to Rose Hill. It was so long, and it made me feel so good since so many people cared about her. I saw Marcy when I got there and we talked for a few minutes about the comment I had made in the online guestbook and I just lost it. Whatever had been keeping me ok, just wasn't there anymore. So Marcy gave me a big hug and walked me over to the burial site and we just talked for a few more mintues.
After that we just stood there while everything ended. It started to pour when we got to the site and I found it oddly fitting. It was just so sad. It was just so final after that. I miss her. I think I'll always miss her. And I just feel a heavyness in my chest that goes away sometimes but comes back at others. That's why school was so great today because i just love to be with everyone. Because for atleast a little bit its ok.
Anyway, that's all I have for today.
Love,
Shannon
Saturday Tom, Mike, and I went over to Jenna's to just say hey and give her a hug. But to my suprise she wanted to get out so I took her to Luigi's (again Mare everytime I see the ugly fish I think of you! haha) and we ordered a pizza to go. Somehow I got lost on the way back to Jenna's house (which is by Mare's Dad's resturant) and we ended up on Wooster Avenue. Which is like the worst avenue in all of akron. It was sooooo interesting. But it make Jenna smile so it was pretty much worth it. A weird black guy even winked at her. Mind you, we were lost in the worst part of Akron in my brand new 50,000 dollar lexus. Not a good idea.
Sunday was the birthday. Jenna came over for a little bit and we sat around and just talked about everything that had happened. Mike stayed in the basement and played his new video game. So it was nice to have some girl time. Later we took her home and I saw Bob and everyone else who was over there. Bob wished me a happy birthday and I thought it was the best gift I got all day. Because he really didn't need to. God Bless him.
Monday was the funeral. It was an odd event. I mean it was beautiful but I had never been to a funeral of someone I really cared about before. Tom, Mike and I sat with Sarah and her Mother. And I saw Kim while I was there. Nat was there too but well yeah. I saw other faces I had seen before, I saw my Doc Lisa and some WRA people. It felt good to be there with everyone. Anyway, the service was nice. Shellie's brother spoke and so did Marty Newman and it just seemed to go by. I couldn't help but remember all the times I had gone to temple with Shellie myself and it just made me heavy hearted. But I was ok for that part. And so I thought I would be just fine for the entire thing.
After the service we got in line for the procession to Rose Hill. It was so long, and it made me feel so good since so many people cared about her. I saw Marcy when I got there and we talked for a few minutes about the comment I had made in the online guestbook and I just lost it. Whatever had been keeping me ok, just wasn't there anymore. So Marcy gave me a big hug and walked me over to the burial site and we just talked for a few more mintues.
After that we just stood there while everything ended. It started to pour when we got to the site and I found it oddly fitting. It was just so sad. It was just so final after that. I miss her. I think I'll always miss her. And I just feel a heavyness in my chest that goes away sometimes but comes back at others. That's why school was so great today because i just love to be with everyone. Because for atleast a little bit its ok.
Anyway, that's all I have for today.
Love,
Shannon