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Holly and I drove up north today to go to Pat's funeral.
I watched as my classmates carried his casket down the isle and gained all sense of reality that my friend was really gone. His lifeless body inside a mahogony box. He was always so much more than to let people carry him along, but today he had no choice.
The eulogy was amazing, done by two other classmates, Walt, and Pat. The three of them had been best friends since preschool, and now, no amount of reassurance could stop them from crying long enough to get out a sentence.
I saw many people I had gone to school with, and not one of them said anything to me. One boy, Connor, looked at me for a few moments, and again as he walked back to his seat. Same with another. I can't figure out if they recognized me or not. A girl, Eileen, sat right behind me, and as I said hi, she looked the other way. I know she heard me.
Everyone lost it as they carried his casket back out of the church, while playing "amazing grace" on the bagpipes. It was beautiful. It was an open herse with tons of beautiful white and red flowers piled on top.
I just can't help but cry... I'll never see Pat again, I'll never hear his voice again.
He was too young....
When Holly and I got home, we watched my 8th grade graduation video which consisted of us from kindergarten through 8th grade. We each had a mini interview about where we'd see ourselves in 10 years. Pat's turn came up and he said that in 10 years, he wanted to be a lawyer. I know he would have succeeded greatly at it. He was good at anything he put his mind to.
Six years ago we graduated from St. Athanasius as naive 14 year olds, with the "I'm invinsible" thoughts on our minds, 6 years, and already a tragic accident.
Life is more fragile than we want to believe.
Please tell your loved ones how you feel, don't let it go too long without speaking to them, unfortunatley accidents happen, you could be the one that stops it.
I love you all, and please, as I said before, keep his family in your prayers.
We have a new angel looking down upon us.
I watched as my classmates carried his casket down the isle and gained all sense of reality that my friend was really gone. His lifeless body inside a mahogony box. He was always so much more than to let people carry him along, but today he had no choice.
The eulogy was amazing, done by two other classmates, Walt, and Pat. The three of them had been best friends since preschool, and now, no amount of reassurance could stop them from crying long enough to get out a sentence.
I saw many people I had gone to school with, and not one of them said anything to me. One boy, Connor, looked at me for a few moments, and again as he walked back to his seat. Same with another. I can't figure out if they recognized me or not. A girl, Eileen, sat right behind me, and as I said hi, she looked the other way. I know she heard me.
Everyone lost it as they carried his casket back out of the church, while playing "amazing grace" on the bagpipes. It was beautiful. It was an open herse with tons of beautiful white and red flowers piled on top.
I just can't help but cry... I'll never see Pat again, I'll never hear his voice again.
He was too young....
When Holly and I got home, we watched my 8th grade graduation video which consisted of us from kindergarten through 8th grade. We each had a mini interview about where we'd see ourselves in 10 years. Pat's turn came up and he said that in 10 years, he wanted to be a lawyer. I know he would have succeeded greatly at it. He was good at anything he put his mind to.
Six years ago we graduated from St. Athanasius as naive 14 year olds, with the "I'm invinsible" thoughts on our minds, 6 years, and already a tragic accident.
Life is more fragile than we want to believe.
Please tell your loved ones how you feel, don't let it go too long without speaking to them, unfortunatley accidents happen, you could be the one that stops it.
I love you all, and please, as I said before, keep his family in your prayers.
We have a new angel looking down upon us.