i remember walking to church holding her hand and feeling the warmth of the sun on my back. i hated it that day. the sun should never shine on the day of a funeral.
we drove back to church, the sun was still out, and a certain song started to play on the radio.
Look at this photograph
Every time I do it makes me laugh
Every memory of looking out that back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It’s hard to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It’s time to say it,
time to say it
Goodbye goodbye
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i’m so glad he was in Fiddler. he had always complained about how my mom started doing musical after he graduated. the few rehearsals he came to, i remember him sitting with me and talking when we weren’t suppose to. i remember trying to figure out what to put on the back of my t-shirt and going with his original idea, Legally Blonde.
it’s hard to think that it’s almost been ten months.
i miss you, chris.
I miss him to and I really didn’t know him but from what i heard and saw I liked!