Hey...
I wanted to write this blog TO Everett,... I know we were not really close, but you were a friend and a classmate that everyone loved. For now, I feel like I have someone to write to. I really don't like my job, but I would love to be able to make you one more sandwich. Hell, I would make you 100 sandwiches if you wanted. Just to be able to talk to you about life and bullshit with you. You were a professional at bullshitting. People have shed so many tears over you... I just want you to know that. It hit me like a brick wall. I have never been one that dealt much with death. Yes, it's sad, but I went on. This time,..it's different. My friends are hurting with me. I have been working non-stop since I found out and I think it is a good thing to keep my mind that busy. I bought a paper and read your obituary this morning. They did a great job on it and the picture, too. I actually heard a guy say, "Man, these papers are selling out fast, there must be something good in them." I tensed up and kind of wanted to slap him. This Saturday when I attend your visitation, it will be my first one. I'm terrified, Ev. Thankfully, there will be groups going together and I know that will help me pull through;. That...and you. I know when I write this I am speaking for more than just myself. Writing is my way of dealing with stress in my life. So, wherever you are buddy... know that you are missed, so very missed. I just know that you're stunning people with your good looks and awesome magic tricks :)
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