...2 of 2 of the Sad Day pics...I've gone and made myself depressed...

"What's important is taking the time to mourn your friend." Mr. Johnson, my 2nd Period teacher...one of the wiser people I'll ever have the pleasure of knowing...

I'll never forget that week. It felt like a dream, a bad dream, when it passed by. Sure, my school had lost students before. Spring Break was a time my teachers dreaded (last year) ...we even lost a junior this year, to a 'family' dispute, and this was a guy that everyone genuinely liked, if you knew him.

But, no one ever suspected that we'd lose someone like Sophia. She was sure to go places, ya know?

When we graduated, I'll never forget when they called out her name, and her mother came out in her stead and the cheer that the students gave in her honor...I'll never forget passing her chair, decorated in her cap and gown, NHS stole, and Sunflowers...her favorite and the very same kind that decorated the stage, instead of the white rose of our class...

When I took this picture that Monday before that long week really started, I took it in the vain hope that the patterns would distract me from the grief. It was a pretty day. The sun was out and shining, a nice breeze was blowing through...it wasn't a day that reflected the mood. I knew there'd be more to come. I knew that the week wouldn't be easy. I knew conversations would be awkward and subdued. I knew posters would be put up with her picture, I knew I'd go the rosary and church service. I knew that at one point I'd call home to get picked up, because I wouldn't be able to take the constant reminder that Sophia was gone (she was everywhere...drama, nhs, basketball...)


Yeah...I think I'm done with the depressing stuff...>.< I'm sure that she, cheerful, happy and bright person that she was, wouldn't have wanted all that, but it was something that had to be said. Before someone says 'That's what journals are for!' I tried a journal. It was a long journal...and then the internet decided to not cooperate and closed the window...I was just a little bit ticked by that time...and never rewrote the thing...hence this splurge on the comments...

:takes deep breath: I hope my younger brother doesn't go through something like that. I pray he doesn't because no one should have to....