Dying...
People dying, I'm really tired of it! Three weeks ago my friend Tiffany's cousin died of an overdose. His name was Christopher Curtis Faircloth, aka "Roach". He was 21 years old and his birthday had only been a month before that. I met the guy one time, but I had heard stories about him from Tiffany and other friends, and he was one of those people who just seems to leave their mark on you, if you know what I mean. And, surprisingly to me, I cried over his death. I cried for a short time the day I heard about it, and then again 4 days after (the day of his funeral which I was not able to attend). That day I cried for about 45 minutes straight. And right as I was getting onto the bus I might add.
For those of you who know me well, you know that I am not one to cry very often. But that day a wave of emotions just hit me and kept a hold.
In the comming end of this month my family and I will be going to Cincinnati for the bi-yearly gathering that they have there. It will be the first time that I will have been to Cinci since being there for Marks wake and such. I actually just realized this, and I'm not really sure how that is going to go with me. I mean I'm sure that things will be fine and dandy, but with me being so mentally and emotionally tired lately things could come out differently than I expect.
I am quite excited to get to see the Cinci boys, girls, and the Kecks.
Today I was in my creative writing class, and we are currently working on prompts for a personal memoir. Last class, in our free write time, we wrote about a person or people that have influenced your life, positively or negatively. Today we had to write about a place that meant something to you. I couldn't think of anywhere to write about at first, because I can't say home because the physical place doesn't mean that much to me, especially since I've had about 6-7 houses altogether.
After thinking about it for a while, a wonderful place pops into my head. The Brown House in Cinci. Every detail of that house, it surroundings, the things that have happened there, the people that I've met and gotten to know there, it all just flooded into my mind. "PERFECT" I thought. So, when the time began I started to write, first about how even the outside of the house is so inviting, especially if you know who you're gonna see and of the things that could happen. Then I started writing details about the front foyer...... and all of a sudden I have to stop writing, because my eyes are tearing up and my hand is getting a little shaky.
As I started writing down the details, the image of the night after Mark's wake slipped into my mind. The night when a handful of us were sitting in there, and this man named Brandon was playing the guitar, and Beth Keck was singing. A few people would join in when they knew the words, but that was just such a communistic and kind of healing night. Especially when Blake Skidmore from LP sung a song of his he had written after Jennifer Palmers death. There was just so much emotion in that time, and only a piece of it came back through my memory and it was so strong that I had to let some out in tears.
And I know you can't let it bring you down, and I don't really. Only for a few moments, very rarely, I just remember. I don't like to cry, especially in front of people, so I try my hardest not to. But sometimes you can't help it, and sometimes it can help too.
LOVE & PEACE TO YOU ALL!
For those of you who know me well, you know that I am not one to cry very often. But that day a wave of emotions just hit me and kept a hold.
In the comming end of this month my family and I will be going to Cincinnati for the bi-yearly gathering that they have there. It will be the first time that I will have been to Cinci since being there for Marks wake and such. I actually just realized this, and I'm not really sure how that is going to go with me. I mean I'm sure that things will be fine and dandy, but with me being so mentally and emotionally tired lately things could come out differently than I expect.
I am quite excited to get to see the Cinci boys, girls, and the Kecks.
Today I was in my creative writing class, and we are currently working on prompts for a personal memoir. Last class, in our free write time, we wrote about a person or people that have influenced your life, positively or negatively. Today we had to write about a place that meant something to you. I couldn't think of anywhere to write about at first, because I can't say home because the physical place doesn't mean that much to me, especially since I've had about 6-7 houses altogether.
After thinking about it for a while, a wonderful place pops into my head. The Brown House in Cinci. Every detail of that house, it surroundings, the things that have happened there, the people that I've met and gotten to know there, it all just flooded into my mind. "PERFECT" I thought. So, when the time began I started to write, first about how even the outside of the house is so inviting, especially if you know who you're gonna see and of the things that could happen. Then I started writing details about the front foyer...... and all of a sudden I have to stop writing, because my eyes are tearing up and my hand is getting a little shaky.
As I started writing down the details, the image of the night after Mark's wake slipped into my mind. The night when a handful of us were sitting in there, and this man named Brandon was playing the guitar, and Beth Keck was singing. A few people would join in when they knew the words, but that was just such a communistic and kind of healing night. Especially when Blake Skidmore from LP sung a song of his he had written after Jennifer Palmers death. There was just so much emotion in that time, and only a piece of it came back through my memory and it was so strong that I had to let some out in tears.
And I know you can't let it bring you down, and I don't really. Only for a few moments, very rarely, I just remember. I don't like to cry, especially in front of people, so I try my hardest not to. But sometimes you can't help it, and sometimes it can help too.
LOVE & PEACE TO YOU ALL!
1 Comments:
i know its sort of late to comment on this post, but i had so much fun seeing you guys in cinci and i hated saying goodbye. and hate that the kecks couldn't come.
But i totally know how you feel abt that night in Cinci. Hereing Blake was amazing and i don't think i will ever forget that night with so many great people including yourself.
I'm sick of sorrow and death but i always like to remeber the family and friends that continue to love me through it all.
Hopefully, sometime the bean clan can visit.
By littlebean, at 8:32 PM
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