and just like that it was all over.
Wow... never ever did I ever think I'd have to write about something like this in my journal. Last sunday my first love, was taken away to a far more better place for him. Joe meant sooooo much to me and yet these past few month I treated him like shit. I stopped talking to him, b/c my selfish ex was jealous. and joe told me he said: Laura, I was here b4 him and Ill be here after. Well, he's not here anymore. and im just one big fuck head.
We've been having such great weather down here, so him and a bunch of other bikers go out riding. Joe being such the competitor he was was engaging in this competition of who the better rider was. Well joe got to about 120 when this 15 mph turn comes up. The other guy slows down cuz he knew about it. While joe speeds on ahead not knowing any better. he goes down the enbankment and back up...and smacks into a tree. I pray to god he was killed instantly. He didn't deserve to die in any pain. He didn't deserve to die at all but i guess god had other plans for him.
the funeral was horrible. I cried for the most part. He didnt look like himself at all....but i dunno. his lips were the same color as his face. And i guess his head was so bruised they had to use way darker make up...but if I didnt know who joe was i wouldnt have recognized him at all. when the funeral started they played will you know my name by eric clapton. I immediatly started to ball. I cried just about the whole time. and then finally at the end when they rolled his coffin out i just broke down and i seemed to let it all out. i think that was the worst moment other than driving while being told that he died that was pretty bad.
Joseph Stanley Sauvinet 10/4/84 - 04/17/05 I will never forget you joe. I love you always.
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came his date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1984 - 2005)
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars...................the house....................the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
We've been having such great weather down here, so him and a bunch of other bikers go out riding. Joe being such the competitor he was was engaging in this competition of who the better rider was. Well joe got to about 120 when this 15 mph turn comes up. The other guy slows down cuz he knew about it. While joe speeds on ahead not knowing any better. he goes down the enbankment and back up...and smacks into a tree. I pray to god he was killed instantly. He didn't deserve to die in any pain. He didn't deserve to die at all but i guess god had other plans for him.
the funeral was horrible. I cried for the most part. He didnt look like himself at all....but i dunno. his lips were the same color as his face. And i guess his head was so bruised they had to use way darker make up...but if I didnt know who joe was i wouldnt have recognized him at all. when the funeral started they played will you know my name by eric clapton. I immediatly started to ball. I cried just about the whole time. and then finally at the end when they rolled his coffin out i just broke down and i seemed to let it all out. i think that was the worst moment other than driving while being told that he died that was pretty bad.
Joseph Stanley Sauvinet 10/4/84 - 04/17/05 I will never forget you joe. I love you always.
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on his tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came his date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
(1984 - 2005)
For that dash represents all the time
That he spent alive on earth...
And now only those who loved him
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars...................the house....................the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard...
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more,
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile...
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So, when your eulogy's being read
With your life's actions to rehash...
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?