I always thought you were one of the toughest kids at school.
Seth mentioned that you were considering talking things through with a third party. . . a professional listener. Sometimes, it really does help getting an unbiased opinion. Or, at least, some input from a perspective you're not very familiar with.
I know you've been down, lately.
Whenever I think of you, though, I think about you being a very bubbly, kind-hearted, and open person. Even though you seemed a little quiet while I was around, it was that person I knew I was with.
I am so sorry you've been given so much to deal with. It's easy to forget some things. . . things like your early childhood. . . when I'm around you.
When I was in the second grade, and I heard you were from Korea, and thatyou had come over. . . I always imagined you in a little iron boat. One with really big rivets holding it together. An old one, an old tugboat, blackened with soot. One that was powered by steam. And the sea was very blue but slashed all over with twisting white crests, and the sky was very gray. And I always saw you peeking over the bow of the boat. And you had a pink blanket with white tassles draped over your shoulders. And you were never crying.
You were coolest kid I knew.
Later, when I heard that you had a brother, that image changed somewhat. I saw him behind you. He was much older. . . like he had a mustache. And he wore a dark red sweater. And he watched you, to make sure you didn't get knocked overboard, like a parent would.
I didn't know what to make of his death. It was a mystery to me why he did it. I hope it always remains a mystery to me. I don't want to have an explanation. I think I'm better off being awed by that sadness. Awed and humbled.
As for you, I only want to know that you're happy. So, go have your talks and make yourself better and know that your friends still wonder about you, and where you came from, and how you managed to get into our lives.
Seth mentioned that you were considering talking things through with a third party. . . a professional listener. Sometimes, it really does help getting an unbiased opinion. Or, at least, some input from a perspective you're not very familiar with.
I know you've been down, lately.
Whenever I think of you, though, I think about you being a very bubbly, kind-hearted, and open person. Even though you seemed a little quiet while I was around, it was that person I knew I was with.
I am so sorry you've been given so much to deal with. It's easy to forget some things. . . things like your early childhood. . . when I'm around you.
When I was in the second grade, and I heard you were from Korea, and thatyou had come over. . . I always imagined you in a little iron boat. One with really big rivets holding it together. An old one, an old tugboat, blackened with soot. One that was powered by steam. And the sea was very blue but slashed all over with twisting white crests, and the sky was very gray. And I always saw you peeking over the bow of the boat. And you had a pink blanket with white tassles draped over your shoulders. And you were never crying.
You were coolest kid I knew.
Later, when I heard that you had a brother, that image changed somewhat. I saw him behind you. He was much older. . . like he had a mustache. And he wore a dark red sweater. And he watched you, to make sure you didn't get knocked overboard, like a parent would.
I didn't know what to make of his death. It was a mystery to me why he did it. I hope it always remains a mystery to me. I don't want to have an explanation. I think I'm better off being awed by that sadness. Awed and humbled.
As for you, I only want to know that you're happy. So, go have your talks and make yourself better and know that your friends still wonder about you, and where you came from, and how you managed to get into our lives.
Something will get you through this.
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