Neglected!
My poor journal has been so neglected this past year. I thought I would at least check in to make sure it wasn't starving to death or anything (which it is).
In recent news, I'm currently super, super depressed right now, which I'll talk about at some other point... Last night I was very thrilled to have just bought the new Zelda game, and I've played that for a while and been very, very happy with it. So tht was nice. I also went to a Chinese buffet, which left me feeling very crappy today, but it was good when I ate it.
My reasons for depression are many. College stuff, as usual, and a personal matter I really don't want to talk about, but there is a more important reason.
Today would have been Claire Nelson's 18th birthday.
Claire died two years ago of an inoperable brain tumor. I got the phone call while I was hanging out with my then boyfriend at Toys-R-Us. Very touching. Claire was the first person I befriended when I moved to Georgia in 1996. She and I were best friends in the younger years. I knew things about her that probably only her family and possibly one or two other close friends would ever know. Although we grew apart as we grew older, we still talked and exchanged pleasantries. One day, after having gone to the doctor to get checked for her headaches, Claire met us after school and told us that the doctors had found something, and she needed to go for an MRI. The night she got back from having her MRI, I went over to her house and had her cry on my shoulder (literally) for at least ten minutes. She had a brain tumor.
The following months were hard, and I really don't want to talk about them. But the one thing I will say is that I remember when she won a poetry contest in our school. The poem she wrote was about herself. I vividly remember one line where she stated that nobody knew what it was like, wondering whether you were going to live to be 18. Of course none of her friends doubted that she would. But her one goal was to live until she turned 18, and possibly at least have a chance to go to college. Well, she passed away soon after her 16th birthday, unable to walk, her short term memory destroyed, not always managing to speak correctly. I'm glad actually that I had moved, because I couldn't stand to see her like that. Claire finally asked the doctors to take her off of life support one day. She wanted to end it peacefully, with her family standing by her and her mother holding her hand. So she signed the paperwork agreeing to being taken off of life support, and then she fell asleep. And never woke up.
Today, Claire would have finally reached her goal, and perhaps would have been able to go without breaking the hearts of so many that loved her. So today, I carry on her memory, and I salute to Claire Emily Nelson in hopes that she is happy now, wherever she may be.
In recent news, I'm currently super, super depressed right now, which I'll talk about at some other point... Last night I was very thrilled to have just bought the new Zelda game, and I've played that for a while and been very, very happy with it. So tht was nice. I also went to a Chinese buffet, which left me feeling very crappy today, but it was good when I ate it.
My reasons for depression are many. College stuff, as usual, and a personal matter I really don't want to talk about, but there is a more important reason.
Today would have been Claire Nelson's 18th birthday.
Claire died two years ago of an inoperable brain tumor. I got the phone call while I was hanging out with my then boyfriend at Toys-R-Us. Very touching. Claire was the first person I befriended when I moved to Georgia in 1996. She and I were best friends in the younger years. I knew things about her that probably only her family and possibly one or two other close friends would ever know. Although we grew apart as we grew older, we still talked and exchanged pleasantries. One day, after having gone to the doctor to get checked for her headaches, Claire met us after school and told us that the doctors had found something, and she needed to go for an MRI. The night she got back from having her MRI, I went over to her house and had her cry on my shoulder (literally) for at least ten minutes. She had a brain tumor.
The following months were hard, and I really don't want to talk about them. But the one thing I will say is that I remember when she won a poetry contest in our school. The poem she wrote was about herself. I vividly remember one line where she stated that nobody knew what it was like, wondering whether you were going to live to be 18. Of course none of her friends doubted that she would. But her one goal was to live until she turned 18, and possibly at least have a chance to go to college. Well, she passed away soon after her 16th birthday, unable to walk, her short term memory destroyed, not always managing to speak correctly. I'm glad actually that I had moved, because I couldn't stand to see her like that. Claire finally asked the doctors to take her off of life support one day. She wanted to end it peacefully, with her family standing by her and her mother holding her hand. So she signed the paperwork agreeing to being taken off of life support, and then she fell asleep. And never woke up.
Today, Claire would have finally reached her goal, and perhaps would have been able to go without breaking the hearts of so many that loved her. So today, I carry on her memory, and I salute to Claire Emily Nelson in hopes that she is happy now, wherever she may be.