It has been awhile since I have last written. I’m not sorry, and the only explanation I have is that I was busy. That’s not what I’m “ranting” about tonight. Some one I knew just died. I will not disclose the name of this person. He was only 16. Frankly, I’m having a terrible time coping. Not even my new season 3 of Stargate can drown it out. I can’t cope with grief. . . I’m still getting over the death of my Aunt Jean. Yea, she died back in May, and she wasn’t biological family, but she was still friggen family, damn it. So whom do I talk to? I called Mike (love ya too, man. . . I know I didn’t say it, but you know I do – you’re some one I can always count on – even at 11:30 at night. . . you’re one of my closest friends.)
Now, Mike may not know what to say, but he always says the right things – he knows just about every situation that goes on in my life, and that’s how deep my trust goes with him. He keeps me grounded, and he’s one of 5 guys that don’t leave me with a migraine after talking to him. I can’t talk to my parents about death, not anymore. These two events happening so close together have just left me angry, confused, more volatile than normal, and sad. Ten hours later, another person I knew died. He was only 15.
So, I’ve written this to say, life is short. . . it takes a long time to become 16, and yet, such a short moment to end it there. I’m sorry if I take a less than ‘civil’ tone with people lately, but my coping process is different. And I am sorry if I offend anyone in this rant. PS If you can pray for me, please do. . . The pain in my heart is great.
~The Poets Hart~