I'm sitting here listening to Forever Young, and hoping and wishing.
Apparantley this was my neighbour Kieran's funeral song.
I wasn't there, but I was there in spirit...I can just picture now, how beautiful it would have been listening to this song and letting balloons fly.
Oh, Kez.
...I miss you at weird times. It's not that I never think about you. I don't often talk about you, but you're in my thoughts a lot. Sometimes, when I drive home, I picture you walking along with your school bag on your back, throwing stones into the drain, feeding the horse grass, walking over those road markers and flinging them back.
and making that witty joke about the fat guy on our bus that made me laaaaaaaaugh. God, I hated that guy.
I just thought of something. You were 14. You're totally Susie Salmon.
It's been a year. I hope your family is okay!
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