Two days later
Has it really only been 2 days since the plane was found? It feels so much longer than that. He was alive only three days ago, and yet now we're making plans of dissolving the law partnership. On Sunday he was at church. On Wednesday he was at work. And next Wednesday he will be put to rest. At least that of which is remaining. There is no viewing because there is no body left to view. Maybe its better that way, because now his body isn't going to take years to decompose. He used his body for life, and in death it is no more.
In the past two days I have laughed and I have cried. I'll be perfectly fine one minute and think maybe I won't cry anymore. I'm passed it, and life moves. But then I just think about talking about him and I start to cry all over again. My mom is worried because she is still new at being a lawyer, and Buck was a mentor to her as much as he was a partner. No one thought their partnership would have only lasted one wonderful year.
Tomorrow is joys and concerns at my church. I plan on stating that I have a wonderful joy. I knew Buck for nearly 20 years, and he has been such an inspiration to myself and my family. My sister is a lawyer thanks to his influence. You hire one of us, I once told him, and you hire the whole family.
My nose is raw from blowing it so much. Part of it is because of a cold I've had since Monday, and part of it is coming to grips that Buck will never make another joke again. I'm supporting my mom every way I can, because Buck was such an integral part of her life. She saw him at least 6 days of the week, and not just at work.
He's dead. Its so hard to come to grips with that fact. I see it in the paper, and it helps make it a reality, but its so hard to believe. I think we all hope that there is something more after our life in this world ends. I truly hope that there is, and that one day, somehow, we'll all be reunited once again.
In the past two days I have laughed and I have cried. I'll be perfectly fine one minute and think maybe I won't cry anymore. I'm passed it, and life moves. But then I just think about talking about him and I start to cry all over again. My mom is worried because she is still new at being a lawyer, and Buck was a mentor to her as much as he was a partner. No one thought their partnership would have only lasted one wonderful year.
Tomorrow is joys and concerns at my church. I plan on stating that I have a wonderful joy. I knew Buck for nearly 20 years, and he has been such an inspiration to myself and my family. My sister is a lawyer thanks to his influence. You hire one of us, I once told him, and you hire the whole family.
My nose is raw from blowing it so much. Part of it is because of a cold I've had since Monday, and part of it is coming to grips that Buck will never make another joke again. I'm supporting my mom every way I can, because Buck was such an integral part of her life. She saw him at least 6 days of the week, and not just at work.
He's dead. Its so hard to come to grips with that fact. I see it in the paper, and it helps make it a reality, but its so hard to believe. I think we all hope that there is something more after our life in this world ends. I truly hope that there is, and that one day, somehow, we'll all be reunited once again.