pain and joy in memory
My first entry for my new journal... and what a day for it. Today I heard the news that a friend of mine was killed in a motorcycle accident. Not an extremely close friend, but a friend none the less.
When things like this happen, I always find myself in a constant state of reflection. This results in floods of emotion... sadness... anger... happiness. Why? What happened? How could this have happened? When was the last thing I said to my friend? What did I want to say? What could I have said? How could I have made a bigger difference in his life? How could I have stopped this from happening? How is life going to be different?
When you hear news of events such as this, isn't it strange how you remember where you were and what you were doing? I remember where I was on 9/11. I woke to my phone ringing... my mother, screaming something about the news and an airplane and burning buildings in New York. I ran upstairs and turned on the TV, and I seem to remember bits of the entire day. Probably more then any other day in my life.
This event I will also remember. Standing in the front of my Sunday school class... asking the kids if they needed any prayer. "Clay Davis was killed in a motorcycle accident yesterday. Please pray for his family." First denial. Then realization.
I spent quite a while in prayer and reflection. My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with Clay's family. I'm so grateful that his family and close friends have the comfort to know he's in a better place now.
After church, I took a nap. This was good, as yesterday I had a late night and getting up early is bad. Very bad. Bret and I hung out with Harley, Brian, Jamie, and a few others last night. I sort of felt out of place... as if I didn't belong. I hate having that feeling... just because it's usually the opposite of that for me. Oh well! I suppose it's good to be humbled like that once in a while. One other thing that did tend to bother me slightly... it seemed as if Harley was much more excited to see Bret then me. Not that I should compare! It doesn't matter anyway, I suppose.
Tonight I've been hanging out with the goob and I'm supposed to teach him a thing or two about the PC. HA! Good luck goob. ;o)
*peace*
GWI
When things like this happen, I always find myself in a constant state of reflection. This results in floods of emotion... sadness... anger... happiness. Why? What happened? How could this have happened? When was the last thing I said to my friend? What did I want to say? What could I have said? How could I have made a bigger difference in his life? How could I have stopped this from happening? How is life going to be different?
When you hear news of events such as this, isn't it strange how you remember where you were and what you were doing? I remember where I was on 9/11. I woke to my phone ringing... my mother, screaming something about the news and an airplane and burning buildings in New York. I ran upstairs and turned on the TV, and I seem to remember bits of the entire day. Probably more then any other day in my life.
This event I will also remember. Standing in the front of my Sunday school class... asking the kids if they needed any prayer. "Clay Davis was killed in a motorcycle accident yesterday. Please pray for his family." First denial. Then realization.
I spent quite a while in prayer and reflection. My thoughts and prayers will continue to be with Clay's family. I'm so grateful that his family and close friends have the comfort to know he's in a better place now.
After church, I took a nap. This was good, as yesterday I had a late night and getting up early is bad. Very bad. Bret and I hung out with Harley, Brian, Jamie, and a few others last night. I sort of felt out of place... as if I didn't belong. I hate having that feeling... just because it's usually the opposite of that for me. Oh well! I suppose it's good to be humbled like that once in a while. One other thing that did tend to bother me slightly... it seemed as if Harley was much more excited to see Bret then me. Not that I should compare! It doesn't matter anyway, I suppose.
Tonight I've been hanging out with the goob and I'm supposed to teach him a thing or two about the PC. HA! Good luck goob. ;o)
*peace*
GWI
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