Yesterday was Shane's Death Day, 2nd anniversary. A college friend started a chain of emails remembering to remember Shane, and I just didn't feel like joining in. It felt like people were putting their note in to either show off their writing or out of some compelling sense of obligation. Not that they didn't love Shane, not that they don't still miss him, but the reasons still seemed wrong. I felt this weird pressure to say something, when actually all I wanted to do was hold him a little close to me and hate that he's gone.
I hate that he's gone.
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