its been hard
I’ve been having a hard time, watching young people die.
Alittle over a month a go, Becky boyfriend, Rodger Swan died in Japan, he was 23.
Saturday morning, the son of our department chair died in a car accident. he was 20.
I went to the visitation today. I sat in the pew, with my fellow grad students in silence. We just sat, and watch the photos of Brandon, the young man who passed away scroll on these large screens. I don’t believe in god, but sitting there watching Glen suffer and hug people made me understand why people believe in god.
Tears ran down my face because once again, someone who is too young passed away.
It scares me. Not the dying part. I am fine with death, I don’t believe in an afterlife and I am fine with that.
I am afraid of the people who you leave behind.
Glen’s life will never be the same.
They stood there, in the church several feet from the body of their son. Who laid so still. I wonder how they could stand there so close to the empty case that was their loved one.
I’ve always been afraid of bodies. Since I was a child, I didn’t want to walk past my grandfathers casket because i was convinced he would sit up and scare me.
My mom looked at me and said, he isn’t going to sit up. I promise.