Hectic
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53693222/
These past few weeks have just been a whirlwind of stuff. First there was the problem with my knee, then my car stopped working because I needed a new altenator and fuel pump, then there was the stuff at Tech. It's just...crazy to say the least.
As Kayla so nicely put it, in a period of 25 hours, we were in large group for 7. Thursday night was senior night, so LG was 4 hours long while we had people talk about each of the seniors and the seniors gave us their departing words of wisdom.
Then last night a bunch of us went over to Tech for their IV large group. It was amazing to have a bunch of different religious organizations there: Campus Crusade, IV, CCF, as well as students from different universities in the area: Radford, UVA, and then those of us from Roanoke. And that's just what I know of. The dance team they had was amazing and they made me miss dancing so much. Dancing and singing are just how I express myself the best, more so through dance though I think. That lasted for about 3 hours with their worship bands and the two speakers that came. It was a little eerie being there and things seemed so normal except for the talking about what happened and signs on the door asking News Crews to please not be there. And when we left we made sure we went the opposite way from Norris Hall just because Keri didn't think she could handle going by it just yet.
And all that leads up to today. It's been a year since my mom died, and really it almost just feels like any other day. At the same time, I can't help but feel upset because there are times I just want to call her and talk or just hug her...and I can't do any of that. I haven't called my dad yet because I'm not really sure I can handle it right now. As it is, my sister sent me a message on Myspace earlier and it made me cry for a while. But I know I have the support of my friends. And I have friends who are going through the same sorts of things that still here to support me and are there to talk if I need them, or even just a shoulder to cry on.
These past few weeks have just been a whirlwind of stuff. First there was the problem with my knee, then my car stopped working because I needed a new altenator and fuel pump, then there was the stuff at Tech. It's just...crazy to say the least.
As Kayla so nicely put it, in a period of 25 hours, we were in large group for 7. Thursday night was senior night, so LG was 4 hours long while we had people talk about each of the seniors and the seniors gave us their departing words of wisdom.
Then last night a bunch of us went over to Tech for their IV large group. It was amazing to have a bunch of different religious organizations there: Campus Crusade, IV, CCF, as well as students from different universities in the area: Radford, UVA, and then those of us from Roanoke. And that's just what I know of. The dance team they had was amazing and they made me miss dancing so much. Dancing and singing are just how I express myself the best, more so through dance though I think. That lasted for about 3 hours with their worship bands and the two speakers that came. It was a little eerie being there and things seemed so normal except for the talking about what happened and signs on the door asking News Crews to please not be there. And when we left we made sure we went the opposite way from Norris Hall just because Keri didn't think she could handle going by it just yet.
And all that leads up to today. It's been a year since my mom died, and really it almost just feels like any other day. At the same time, I can't help but feel upset because there are times I just want to call her and talk or just hug her...and I can't do any of that. I haven't called my dad yet because I'm not really sure I can handle it right now. As it is, my sister sent me a message on Myspace earlier and it made me cry for a while. But I know I have the support of my friends. And I have friends who are going through the same sorts of things that still here to support me and are there to talk if I need them, or even just a shoulder to cry on.