I hate February
While sitting in the car with Matt today on the way over to Yorkmills Station, I remembered why I hate winter. Well, more like just February. It's not just the cold weather (or lack thereof?), or the fact that Valentine's day is just around the corner (oh how I loath thee), or just the blahness of the season, but February always brings around bad feelings.
Or more like bad memories.
Today marks five years since Chris died. I remember hearing the news. It was by my old friend Dan over stupid MSN. Krista was sitting beside me in my basement and we were just chatting online when he told me. I thought he was joking around - I told him it was a pretty sick joke. But he said it was true - an accident. Got hit by a truck while on his snowmobile. A truck. I couldn't believe it. We were barely 16 and a friend had already died. I remember way back when in grd 8 when Christine liked Chris and I liked his best friend Tony. We all used to get together and rollerblade and drink Sunny D in my garage. I remember one time we were flying down this hill and we lost sight of Chris. Suddenly he came flying down to us on his wheels and exclaimed "I almost got hit by a car! I could've been killed!" The four of us laughed about it then, but thinking about it now, well, it's not so funny.
In 1997 my mom's best friend Ellen died on February 17th. She was in the truck with her boyfriend and dog when she slid on a patch of black ice on the way back from her cottage. She hit a pole and injured her head. She went into a coma and eventually they pulled the plug. She was my second mom. She was also my mom's best friend of 43 years. I didn't know how to handle it. I just remember my mom collapsing on a chair in the kitchen crying. I accidently smacked my nose against my desk when trying to cry. It started to bleed all over the place. My dad thought it was because I was crying so much. But I couldn't cry. I felt so numb. The warm blood running down my face was all I could feel. Ellen inspired me to be a photographer. Maybe that's why I love taking pictures and trying to capture all the moments, be little or small. I don't know. I loved her. So many great memories.
This is why I hate February. So here's a big FUCK YOU!!! to this month.
Or more like bad memories.
Today marks five years since Chris died. I remember hearing the news. It was by my old friend Dan over stupid MSN. Krista was sitting beside me in my basement and we were just chatting online when he told me. I thought he was joking around - I told him it was a pretty sick joke. But he said it was true - an accident. Got hit by a truck while on his snowmobile. A truck. I couldn't believe it. We were barely 16 and a friend had already died. I remember way back when in grd 8 when Christine liked Chris and I liked his best friend Tony. We all used to get together and rollerblade and drink Sunny D in my garage. I remember one time we were flying down this hill and we lost sight of Chris. Suddenly he came flying down to us on his wheels and exclaimed "I almost got hit by a car! I could've been killed!" The four of us laughed about it then, but thinking about it now, well, it's not so funny.
In 1997 my mom's best friend Ellen died on February 17th. She was in the truck with her boyfriend and dog when she slid on a patch of black ice on the way back from her cottage. She hit a pole and injured her head. She went into a coma and eventually they pulled the plug. She was my second mom. She was also my mom's best friend of 43 years. I didn't know how to handle it. I just remember my mom collapsing on a chair in the kitchen crying. I accidently smacked my nose against my desk when trying to cry. It started to bleed all over the place. My dad thought it was because I was crying so much. But I couldn't cry. I felt so numb. The warm blood running down my face was all I could feel. Ellen inspired me to be a photographer. Maybe that's why I love taking pictures and trying to capture all the moments, be little or small. I don't know. I loved her. So many great memories.
This is why I hate February. So here's a big FUCK YOU!!! to this month.