RJ.
I really miss RJ. Lately, I've just gotten all..eh..and just always think about him.
I remember when we were both in the 3rd grade. And I looked at his class picture, and saw this one boy that I thought was so cute. So I wrote the kid a letter and told RJ to give it to him. I knew this kid liked soccer because RJ told me, so I had this soccer stamp that I put all over the note. Later when I moved into the distric, I got to know who it was -- Daniel Lopez. Ew.
Do any of you remember Jacob Goldberg?? Probably not. He was at Meridian. When I was in 4th grade, he had a crush on me. He was best friends with RJ, and since I was always at RJ and my aunt's house, he'd see me. Oh my god, I remember one time we were all in the pool and he told me he loved me. WE WERE LIKE ELEVEN YEARS OLD.
I thought he was so gross. But when he moved to some special ed school, I kinda missed the kid. It's always nice to have someone around that likes you.
I remember at his funeral. It was the first time I had seen Jacob in a long time. He was such a nice gentleman. I felt so bad for ever thinking he was a loser. But what can I say? I was young. I wonder where he is now.
Seeing everyone at the funeral..god. That kid Vincent. To this day, we can't even look eachother in the eye. He was crying like a little baby. Everyone was crying like a little baby; Mo, Kim, Jessica..I'm so glad that they were there for me during that time though, especially Jessica. I remember Kim gave me this little box. It's still on my desk. It has a little sheet of cloth in it, rolled up, that says something really sad. And on the bottom of the box, it says "In rememberence there is acceptance/forgiveness" I forgot the exact saying. I will look later.
The last time I talked to RJ was on the phone when I had to talk to my aunt;
"H-h-hello?"
"Yeah, is your mom there."
"Yeh."
I fucking hate it. I hate that I never got to talk to him one last time. I hate that I never got to tell him how much I loved him, and I never got to tell him that he was one of my best friends. I never got to tell him that I enjoyed all the times we pretended we were marine biologists in the pool during the summer. I never even got to tell him how much of a fucking video game master he was, and there will be no one better at video games than him. He was truly the Nintendo master.
Fuck, now I'm crying.
I have this picture. When my aunt and cousin from new york came in. We went to the cemetary, all of us: my two aunts, my two cousins, and me. At that time, there was only my grandpa there. We took pictures by the grave. I have this one with me, rj, and sean (my cousin in ny). and in the background, you can see where rj would be burried a few years later. It's so fucking wierd to see that he was practically standing infront of where he would be burried.
It's been a long time since we went to go see his grave. When the winter came, it was hard to drive up to Michigan every three weeks. I remember in August, there was a bird there..I sat by it and got really close to it. It didn't move. I could of petted the bird, and it would of been fine with it. It's cause it's so peacefully in the country where he's burried. I'm glad he's there. Even if it's not really him that's there anymore.
I remember when we were both in the 3rd grade. And I looked at his class picture, and saw this one boy that I thought was so cute. So I wrote the kid a letter and told RJ to give it to him. I knew this kid liked soccer because RJ told me, so I had this soccer stamp that I put all over the note. Later when I moved into the distric, I got to know who it was -- Daniel Lopez. Ew.
Do any of you remember Jacob Goldberg?? Probably not. He was at Meridian. When I was in 4th grade, he had a crush on me. He was best friends with RJ, and since I was always at RJ and my aunt's house, he'd see me. Oh my god, I remember one time we were all in the pool and he told me he loved me. WE WERE LIKE ELEVEN YEARS OLD.
I thought he was so gross. But when he moved to some special ed school, I kinda missed the kid. It's always nice to have someone around that likes you.
I remember at his funeral. It was the first time I had seen Jacob in a long time. He was such a nice gentleman. I felt so bad for ever thinking he was a loser. But what can I say? I was young. I wonder where he is now.
Seeing everyone at the funeral..god. That kid Vincent. To this day, we can't even look eachother in the eye. He was crying like a little baby. Everyone was crying like a little baby; Mo, Kim, Jessica..I'm so glad that they were there for me during that time though, especially Jessica. I remember Kim gave me this little box. It's still on my desk. It has a little sheet of cloth in it, rolled up, that says something really sad. And on the bottom of the box, it says "In rememberence there is acceptance/forgiveness" I forgot the exact saying. I will look later.
The last time I talked to RJ was on the phone when I had to talk to my aunt;
"H-h-hello?"
"Yeah, is your mom there."
"Yeh."
I fucking hate it. I hate that I never got to talk to him one last time. I hate that I never got to tell him how much I loved him, and I never got to tell him that he was one of my best friends. I never got to tell him that I enjoyed all the times we pretended we were marine biologists in the pool during the summer. I never even got to tell him how much of a fucking video game master he was, and there will be no one better at video games than him. He was truly the Nintendo master.
Fuck, now I'm crying.
I have this picture. When my aunt and cousin from new york came in. We went to the cemetary, all of us: my two aunts, my two cousins, and me. At that time, there was only my grandpa there. We took pictures by the grave. I have this one with me, rj, and sean (my cousin in ny). and in the background, you can see where rj would be burried a few years later. It's so fucking wierd to see that he was practically standing infront of where he would be burried.
It's been a long time since we went to go see his grave. When the winter came, it was hard to drive up to Michigan every three weeks. I remember in August, there was a bird there..I sat by it and got really close to it. It didn't move. I could of petted the bird, and it would of been fine with it. It's cause it's so peacefully in the country where he's burried. I'm glad he's there. Even if it's not really him that's there anymore.