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I don't know what to do or say. I want to cry and vomit and scream. It's wierd for me to really sit down and think about my faith. And as much as a feel it's still intact, whatever it may be. I'm mad. I'm mad that God could take away such a young, innocent, good human being. I cried all day yesterday and as soon as I got out of work today I started
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in some way i can say that i know how you feel, but maybe not. im very proud of how you heald up today at hell/regal.
you and i and jess need to hang out together just the three of us. maybe john can join as well, but it needs to be us three at least.
a really wise friend of mine once told me this piece of advice and it means alot to me he said "if life was perfect, what would heaven be like?"
i wuv you kiddo
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I'm so sorry.
How could this happen.
On the guilty side,
I really, really, really wanted to go paint pieces of pottery with you.
This is such a terrible happening. I can't imagine what kind of reality hit you are experiencing right now. The only death I've seen are from the old, and...it was expected. I'm so sorry.
When you feel better, I would love to take Carl's advice and chill with you.
Or even, before you're feeling better. So you can see how many people love you. I wish I could help you some other way other than babbling. I'm...just...so...sorry.
I love you.
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