it was like a horror movie
life is short and more precious than anything in the world. out of everything that "god" and i use that term loosely, but out of everything that god created human life is one of the most precious of them all. but sadly he made humans weak. life span is short, easy to become ill, many other things that make humans weak. but we persevere through all. we managed to pull through just about every hardship. i was faced with my own hardship yesterday, as was many. Brandon Scott Fryburg's funeral was yesterday. it was the hardest thing i have ever witnessed. the eerie prayer in hebrew, the soft cries of friends and family, and seeing my best friend losing it. it was too much for me. i couldnt take it and i broke down. the walls that i had built up have finally been worn down and finally broken. a friend noticed the tears rolling down my face before the funeral had started and he got me a handfull of tissues. as i sat there crying i just couldnt fathom the fact that brandon was there, in that casket. the life filled brandon that i knew that was always smiling and no matter how bad i felt when i saw him smile i couldnt help but smile back. i just couldnt understand that he was right there and i couldnt see him. i would no longer be able to see his smile, hear his laugh, or listen to his jokes anymore. i wouldnt be able to see him wearing that damn sweatshirt. that white GW sweatshirt. 90 degrees outside and he still wore that thing. but he smiled and refused to take it off. the brandon i knew was a great man, a great brother, a great friend. his time came too short and i would give anything to have him back. it shouldnt have been him there that day. it shouldnt have been us there that day. it should have been some bad person. someone that was a crimial or something. not a kid that was a hundred times better than anyone.
then they took the casket to the grave site. we all went outside and began walking towards the area. we saw jeter and i just walked up and hugged him and began to cry in his shoulder. if it wasnt for his class i would have never known brandon. i would never have had the pleasure of being apart of his life. i was glad to see jeter there yesterday. he was a good man and i know brandon loved him and jeter loved brandon back. i was silent the whole walk only being able to say one thing "scotty". he was walking infront of me and i wanted to see his face so i called his name and he turned around and i looked then kept walking without saying another word. we got to the grave site and there was a big crowd already. i found a spot where i could see the casket and then they began to lower it into the ground. it was heart breaking hearing brandons parents banging on the ground and brian screaming "dont bury my brother!". seeing both billy and sam crying in eachothers arms. then the casket was gone. it was out of my sight and i could no longer see it. they said another prayer or two and everyone placed a shovel worth of dirt in his grave. while everyone else left i stayed and place my rose in the grave before they filled it in with dirt. i stood there and watched the truck back up with the dirt then fill in the grave. i heard the sound of the dirt falling and i watched the hole become a mound of dirt. i will never forget that sound or the mound of dirt.
after that we picked up mariah and billy stayed looking for his great grandmother. we went to brandons house for shiva. it was a somewhat lighter mood there. sitting in brians room telling stories and laughing at the good memories we all had of brandon. a few times that night i felt sick to my stomach but i brushed it off. the thought that brandon use to live there. he use to run, laugh, play, smile, laugh, and love i was there. we ended up staying much later than expected and were the last to leave. our laughter was heard through the house as we sat in jamies and told stories of brandon. jaime confided is us. she told us about brandon the brother. the loving brother that he was and we told her about brandon the friend. the loving friend he was. the brother and the friend one and the same. we all laughed and shared our love for brandon keeping his memory alive and supporting eachother. Brandon will be missed but never forgot as the brother and the friend.
we miss you and love you with all our hearts.
much love
bee
then they took the casket to the grave site. we all went outside and began walking towards the area. we saw jeter and i just walked up and hugged him and began to cry in his shoulder. if it wasnt for his class i would have never known brandon. i would never have had the pleasure of being apart of his life. i was glad to see jeter there yesterday. he was a good man and i know brandon loved him and jeter loved brandon back. i was silent the whole walk only being able to say one thing "scotty". he was walking infront of me and i wanted to see his face so i called his name and he turned around and i looked then kept walking without saying another word. we got to the grave site and there was a big crowd already. i found a spot where i could see the casket and then they began to lower it into the ground. it was heart breaking hearing brandons parents banging on the ground and brian screaming "dont bury my brother!". seeing both billy and sam crying in eachothers arms. then the casket was gone. it was out of my sight and i could no longer see it. they said another prayer or two and everyone placed a shovel worth of dirt in his grave. while everyone else left i stayed and place my rose in the grave before they filled it in with dirt. i stood there and watched the truck back up with the dirt then fill in the grave. i heard the sound of the dirt falling and i watched the hole become a mound of dirt. i will never forget that sound or the mound of dirt.
after that we picked up mariah and billy stayed looking for his great grandmother. we went to brandons house for shiva. it was a somewhat lighter mood there. sitting in brians room telling stories and laughing at the good memories we all had of brandon. a few times that night i felt sick to my stomach but i brushed it off. the thought that brandon use to live there. he use to run, laugh, play, smile, laugh, and love i was there. we ended up staying much later than expected and were the last to leave. our laughter was heard through the house as we sat in jamies and told stories of brandon. jaime confided is us. she told us about brandon the brother. the loving brother that he was and we told her about brandon the friend. the loving friend he was. the brother and the friend one and the same. we all laughed and shared our love for brandon keeping his memory alive and supporting eachother. Brandon will be missed but never forgot as the brother and the friend.
we miss you and love you with all our hearts.
much love
bee