This past Saturday, a classmate of mine named Nick Black died.
It was all very sudden, and it came like a hawk in the night, silent. All was right with the world, it was this past Wednesday, I had just dyed my hair blue and was excited to show everyone at church. Every Wednesday the youth of my church gather together and do activities. One of the youth leaders got up to announce some things, including Nick's death. It was all very surreal. I was never friends with Nick, and my mom wasn't too fond of him or his sister. Long story short, my mom is a Sunday school teacher for my church, Nick's family used to come every once in while, and my mom taught both Nick and Jessica (his sister) and they were downright rude and disruptive.
I didn't really mope about it yesterday, but today I feel particularly sad about it. This makes me wonder, if I feel this sad over someone I barely know, what will it be like when someone close to me passes? Person on the other side of the screen, don't go anywhere anytime soon please.
I was looking for a specific poem on the internet and found this instead. It has no correlation to the Black family, but I think it's nice.
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