Baby Jesus
Alex told me on the car ride home that our friend from school as far back as seventh grade died of an overdose. He didn't know what he overdosed on.
I was friends with him in the sense that I hung out with him a couple times. But he was always such a nice, happy guy. He worked at the grocery store and had a learning disability that gave you the sense that something was off, and so he graduated high school a year or two after the rest of us. Every time I went to the grocery store I'd try to get in his line, just because he seemed so happy to see me.
This one kid called him Baby Jesus because he was so nice.
So that's three people that have died from my graduating class.
Alex told me this right at the beginning of the drive, right before the rain and Shins.
Then he fell asleep, so I had some time to think, especially after the music turned off and I couldn't figure out how to get it back on because it was Alex's MP3 player and I couldn't figure it out while I was driving.
On the boat we took turns playing each other music we hadn't heard before and talking about a certain time we can remember being in a certain place when a certain song was playing.
We got home and we went through the routine again. Our mother told us where the important papers were kept, who we should call, that there's a check to each of us for $5,000 in her desk to be cashed right away in case something happens. I technically still have power of attorney in case something goes wrong, I guess. We spent a half hour talking about whether she would want to be cremated or buried (cremated, with a service with a congregational or unitarian minister. I recommended that we could have Justus do it).
It's been a very death-centric day.
Perfect.
So I got to thinking about it and I'm trying to decide between being buried and cremated, and where I'd want to be buried or have my ashes spread. My mom was kind of like "Do whatever's convenient," but fuck that. I want a shitload of symbolism.
I could be in a better place right now.
(also because I have my music on as loud as it goes and I can still hear her talking in the other room and I know I love her and I'm here to help her but jesus god i just want her to stop talking for five minutes because if that miracle can happen she'll be fine).
I was friends with him in the sense that I hung out with him a couple times. But he was always such a nice, happy guy. He worked at the grocery store and had a learning disability that gave you the sense that something was off, and so he graduated high school a year or two after the rest of us. Every time I went to the grocery store I'd try to get in his line, just because he seemed so happy to see me.
This one kid called him Baby Jesus because he was so nice.
So that's three people that have died from my graduating class.
Alex told me this right at the beginning of the drive, right before the rain and Shins.
Then he fell asleep, so I had some time to think, especially after the music turned off and I couldn't figure out how to get it back on because it was Alex's MP3 player and I couldn't figure it out while I was driving.
On the boat we took turns playing each other music we hadn't heard before and talking about a certain time we can remember being in a certain place when a certain song was playing.
We got home and we went through the routine again. Our mother told us where the important papers were kept, who we should call, that there's a check to each of us for $5,000 in her desk to be cashed right away in case something happens. I technically still have power of attorney in case something goes wrong, I guess. We spent a half hour talking about whether she would want to be cremated or buried (cremated, with a service with a congregational or unitarian minister. I recommended that we could have Justus do it).
It's been a very death-centric day.
Perfect.
So I got to thinking about it and I'm trying to decide between being buried and cremated, and where I'd want to be buried or have my ashes spread. My mom was kind of like "Do whatever's convenient," but fuck that. I want a shitload of symbolism.
I could be in a better place right now.
(also because I have my music on as loud as it goes and I can still hear her talking in the other room and I know I love her and I'm here to help her but jesus god i just want her to stop talking for five minutes because if that miracle can happen she'll be fine).