Just recalled another thing that happened over the weekend I hadn't thought of and want to share. A friend of mine from high school passed away the beginning of the year. It was an odd feeling, to know someone well but not extremely well, someone you spent almost every day around, for a good chunk of time, someone you would hug every time you said hello and goodbye. They are your age you went to school together and graduated together, drank together laughed, shared thoughts, debate with them, had inside jokes and then you learn that they killed them selves not to shortly before you where both to share you 28th birthdays. It's un-nerving and makes your head spin a bit. I missed the funeral, though it would have been awkward to go in the first place.
I found myself back home with some of my closest friends now, as close as the one who passed and they came with me to try and find his grave. It was a task since he doesn't have a tomb stone yet, (and he was just a sneeky bastard that way) but we managed. We sat round his grave, the ground was still raised a little, because the coffin hasn't settled quite yet, you could almost nuzzle yourself next to the grass lake if he where there. I wasn't sad there was a calmness about the whole thing really, we talked my friends and I. I told them about Erick and all the trouble we would get up to, what he was like and how he was one of my more favorite people to be round in those days. How they would have liked him and all that sort of thing. My memories of those days came flooding back like a monsoon and I smiled and laughed the whole time we sat there hearing his laugh in my ears as if he was reminding me of all our stories and how there was "that one time." He really was a beautiful person no matter how moody or disconnected and quite he seemed. So I guess this is just my little memorial in his passing and final take care of yourself out there till I see you again.
Erick Villegas April 23, 1979 - Jan 10, 2007
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