I think about you all the time.
May 25, 2009
What a fucking crazy two years, just….ugh. I dunno. I just, its a thing I have no realy control over, and yet it hurts and I cant change it and he still isnt here. The BFG isnt here. I’m going to be thinking about him a lot on this trip.
Im leaving for Tennessee in a few days because my cousin is getting married. A wedding. Six memorial/funeral services in the past four years and not one wedding in the past 23 years. Shitty.
Other then that, things have been really good lately. (Well, Ive realized my luck about having shitty jobs, ya know? But thats just how Cailie Luck works sometimes.) I finished finals and since have just been having a lot of fun with my friends. We’ve been going places in the city that Ive never been to before or doing things we dont get to do often. I’ve also met a lot of new really cool people on these escapades. It’s been fun.
Im taking Physics this semester, and honestly, Im not that intimidated. Im going into it optimistically. I’ll do my best and be fine. I also decided that Im really going to work on my writing project and illistrating it. I’ve been arting, reading and writing a lot lately, and it feels great to be doing all of that. Espically when I dont have to feel guilty about it because of school work looming over my head.
I’ve been bike riding a lot and working out and that feels great. and I’ve been sleeping! Huzzah!
Hey Miss Cailie, I’ve been thinking about you. Two years, who woulda thought? We’re all still here trying to find our way. The river is still there. Owen’s dad, Nat, and I went there on the morning of June 2 – at high tide. We did what we will always do – we each took a sip of beer and sprinkled the rest into the water along with coins, tobacco, and 13 sunflowers. Nat wrote on the pipebridge – parts of the speech Bobby Kennedy gave after MLK was killed. While it felt strange, it also felt almost too normal, like we were always supposed to be there doing that. I think Owen would be happy that we honor him with our offerings, and I KNOW he would wonder why it all happened the way it did. I’m glad you get to go to a wedding finally, and I hope you get something good out of it for yourself. Love, Linda