May 17, 2010 12:42
Mom always said that it was good luck if it rained after someone died. She said it was God's way of letting us know that our loved one had come home.
Dwayne and I stayed with Faith last night. She didn't seem that upset, but then again, neither did I. I think we're both in shock, because neither one of us has cried. I'm starting to just feel sick.
Finally, around 3AM, Dwayne took me to get something to eat at Dennys. I told him I didn't want anything, but he ordered me food anyway. I didn't eat it. Instead I just looked around and noticed how empty the place was. And I saw Dwayne smile and ask, "You remember when the three of us came here after Ocean City last year?" I nodded, but I didn't say anything. Thinking about the beach made me think about Jim.
And it hurt.
I didn't go to school today. I just walked around the house, thinking about all of the things Jim had touched, the things I had cooked for Jim, the things he had said...
But I still haven't cried.
Maybe I haven't cried because I'm grateful he passed in his sleep. I'm grateful he doesn't have to suffer anymore. He's in a much better place.
It's raining today. And for the first time all weekend, I've smiled.
I think Jimmy's home.
writing,
sick,
creative writing,
friends,
home,
beach,
ex boyfriend,
best friend,
sad,
death