until death do us part

Sep 02, 2009 10:35



Rose worked at my job for a few months. She was the youngest. Sexy-cute designer with a faux-hawk. I loved everything about her.

Her long-time boyfriend left to backpack through Europe for a few months. She was missing him. So she quit her job and went to Europe to join him. They saw France, Spain, Corsica. They had a wonderful time. Then Rose and ( Read more... )

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saikoutron September 2 2009, 14:50:45 UTC
sheee...it that's crazy.

Was in a similar accident when I was 18 (I've got this dent of a scar on my head, 41 stitches)... but shit that's crazy.

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veelan September 2 2009, 15:19:56 UTC
being 21 is not supposed to be so traumatic, I think

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atomeyes September 2 2009, 15:13:04 UTC
dumb question, but was he wearing a helmet?

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veelan September 2 2009, 15:19:30 UTC
I asked myself the same question but the answer is most probably : not.
but I did not ask.
because I would reply: "Oh, that is so stupid!"

but then again: I was riding without helmet so often. and found myself to be quite stupid.
Like unprotected sex with strangers: you KNOW the risks, you are just too stupid to protect yourself.

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atomeyes September 2 2009, 18:06:20 UTC
and you think that you will never be the one to get it.

riding is fun but dangerous. all types of riding.

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veelan September 2 2009, 18:24:07 UTC
life is dangerous.

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dj_archduke September 2 2009, 16:32:03 UTC
poor gal.

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oxmonkey September 2 2009, 17:43:13 UTC
God, that's horrible. Poor girl. Ugh.

I totally agree. Death does change us. I feel like my brother's death broke part of me. That it broke everyone in my family. And broke our whole family unit. And my brain continues to want to put the pieces back together of this impossible puzzle.

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veelan September 2 2009, 17:44:04 UTC
we become fragmented. yes. Inside.

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veelan September 2 2009, 17:46:34 UTC
But you see? In the few comments, already 2 people said "Poor girl"
and that is what we become. People don’t know how to react, so they treat us awkwardly, as if we were "different", fragile, weird.
People's attitude changes so much when they know we lost someone. I always hated that.

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oxmonkey September 2 2009, 18:49:11 UTC
I understand. I sometimes feel like I have a sign pinned to me that reads "Permanently Broken." I say poor because I feel for the girl. After my brother's death I found a new meaning of sorrow and I hate seeing other people have to go through anything like that because I know how hard to was for me. There's part of me that wishes I could protect people from it but I guess no one goes through life unscathed.

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kolvin September 2 2009, 22:04:02 UTC
:-(

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