Last night I had a ridiculous breakdown over a friend of mine who passed away right before Christmas... Talk about delayed reaction. I guess you would say I was really... numb when I first found out.
Yo see, I was watching this show I really love[Grey's Anatomy], and in that particular episode, this group of kids was hit by a semi on their way to graduation...
And then it hit me:
Josh would have been graduating High School this month.
I went into hysterics, and mom must have thought I went insane at first. I was literally hysterical.
I cried for like, an hour, and then laid in bed for a while, and then went back and sat down and talked to mom, because I never even told her about it; I really just didn't want to talk about it. It turned out I feel so much better having talked with her about it, and we're going to visit Josh's grave on the way to Utah this summer, when we're passing through Phoenix.
I think I might call Sean and have him meet me there, I don't want to go alone, but I don't want my family there, they didn't know him, they wouldn't quite understand, Sean was his best friend, he would understand.
Wonderful night, last night was, but I feel better. I feel so much better thinking about the fact that if there is a better place, Josh is there.
He was one of the nicest people, always friendly, willing to protect a friend, there to give friendly advice, and the best big bear hugs ever.