funeral for a friend
literally.
my friend of 5 years...my ryan, he died dec 5th at 11:30pm. i guess thats what i was digging for huh? kindof creepy my sudden infatuation with the past then this happening. i guess a womans intuition truly is amazing. not that this sittuation is okay by any means. this is NOT okay. at all. i mean, i dont know how to act. i dont know what to say. we used to hang out every day, we had so much fucking fun. like we did some crazy shit together.
white ladys woods
sleepovers at caseys
sleepovers at dan the mans
the band
oh, the band
rocking out to lame emo jams in the car
everyone being mad at thier moms
daffodils
our fights
how we always made up
going to see movies
getting drunk
one time, we had band practice up at our space in the warehouse and we somehow got our hands on good booze that night. we all got hammered and drove around, somehow we ended up at the beach rocking out in the car. ryan pounded a small bottle of soco. we somehow got to a small diner in charlotte and ry was pukeing out the car, of course we freaked out and thought he had alcohol poisoning when really he was just drunk. we called 911. a fire truck came. we were all wasted. we got him to the hospital though. i remember being worried in the waiting room with dan the man and casey, the double doors to a hallway opened and there he was - drunk, sitting up in a bed on the side of the hall, waveing and smileing. im sure hes still smileing somewhere.
im still having a party friday, he would have come. he would have drank all my damn beer! itll be a celebration of his life. i miss him, its finally starting to sink in now, i have to go to his viewing tomarrow...im scared, im scared ill freak out and start screaming. well, ryan always did like a good dose of drama. its really going to cut deep when it sets in.
we were such good friends.
there are so many memories.
those were some of the best times in my life. honestly.
im writing a book.
my friend of 5 years...my ryan, he died dec 5th at 11:30pm. i guess thats what i was digging for huh? kindof creepy my sudden infatuation with the past then this happening. i guess a womans intuition truly is amazing. not that this sittuation is okay by any means. this is NOT okay. at all. i mean, i dont know how to act. i dont know what to say. we used to hang out every day, we had so much fucking fun. like we did some crazy shit together.
white ladys woods
sleepovers at caseys
sleepovers at dan the mans
the band
oh, the band
rocking out to lame emo jams in the car
everyone being mad at thier moms
daffodils
our fights
how we always made up
going to see movies
getting drunk
one time, we had band practice up at our space in the warehouse and we somehow got our hands on good booze that night. we all got hammered and drove around, somehow we ended up at the beach rocking out in the car. ryan pounded a small bottle of soco. we somehow got to a small diner in charlotte and ry was pukeing out the car, of course we freaked out and thought he had alcohol poisoning when really he was just drunk. we called 911. a fire truck came. we were all wasted. we got him to the hospital though. i remember being worried in the waiting room with dan the man and casey, the double doors to a hallway opened and there he was - drunk, sitting up in a bed on the side of the hall, waveing and smileing. im sure hes still smileing somewhere.
im still having a party friday, he would have come. he would have drank all my damn beer! itll be a celebration of his life. i miss him, its finally starting to sink in now, i have to go to his viewing tomarrow...im scared, im scared ill freak out and start screaming. well, ryan always did like a good dose of drama. its really going to cut deep when it sets in.
we were such good friends.
there are so many memories.
those were some of the best times in my life. honestly.
im writing a book.