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Nobody's left...
Aug. 18th, 2003 07:28 pmToday before I went to work I opened the morning paper and saw an obituary of Martin's father... Martin was X's childhood friend and the three of us have often hung out together. Martin and I sorta lost contact, but at X's funeral we talked some and I promised to write more, which I didn't do of course... Now I wonder if I should write him a condolence card. This would be my first. I have such a hard time writing them. What do you write? "Hey, sorry your dad is dead." I've never quite understood the point of them...
This is very scary. Of all of our friends, I'm the only one who hasn't experienced any death up close yet... I'm trying to tell me this means nothing and all, but it gets me thinking... Three years ago Gregory's dad crashed with his plane and died instantly. My parents then told me I should write a card, but I didn't because I didn't know what to say. I saw him again at X's funeral but somehow he didn't look at me. Either, he didn't notice me or he's holding a grudge against me now... T_T And then there's X, who - as you all know - died last year in a car crash. And there's Sasa who had to flee from his home in Bosnia and refused to go back when he was drafted and now he's a deserter and subject to prison time should he ever go back home. I can still remember his sad look when he realized that he'd never be able to go back... he called me last February and we said we'd meet, but of course I never called him back... Oh God, I'm such a horrible friend... I wish I didn't feel that way, I wish I didn't feel like I was imposing myself on everyone when I'm contacting them. I wish I didn't feel so sick at the thought of calling someone up all the time.
All our mad mad friends ain't here no more...
And as if to pour salt into my wounds Richard wrote me a mail in reply to my suggestion we should meet (which is really amazing considering how sick I feel at the mere thought of asking that!) and he said he doesn't have that much access to his mail right now but would like to meet, so I should call him up and leave me number on his machine. ;_; Of course I won't call... *ears droop*
No one's coming to my door
And all my friends are gone...
There's no work here anymore
It's deserted...
This is very scary. Of all of our friends, I'm the only one who hasn't experienced any death up close yet... I'm trying to tell me this means nothing and all, but it gets me thinking... Three years ago Gregory's dad crashed with his plane and died instantly. My parents then told me I should write a card, but I didn't because I didn't know what to say. I saw him again at X's funeral but somehow he didn't look at me. Either, he didn't notice me or he's holding a grudge against me now... T_T And then there's X, who - as you all know - died last year in a car crash. And there's Sasa who had to flee from his home in Bosnia and refused to go back when he was drafted and now he's a deserter and subject to prison time should he ever go back home. I can still remember his sad look when he realized that he'd never be able to go back... he called me last February and we said we'd meet, but of course I never called him back... Oh God, I'm such a horrible friend... I wish I didn't feel that way, I wish I didn't feel like I was imposing myself on everyone when I'm contacting them. I wish I didn't feel so sick at the thought of calling someone up all the time.
All our mad mad friends ain't here no more...
And as if to pour salt into my wounds Richard wrote me a mail in reply to my suggestion we should meet (which is really amazing considering how sick I feel at the mere thought of asking that!) and he said he doesn't have that much access to his mail right now but would like to meet, so I should call him up and leave me number on his machine. ;_; Of course I won't call... *ears droop*
No one's coming to my door
And all my friends are gone...
There's no work here anymore
It's deserted...
