Boomer

sunflowers_daisies
2003-01-22 19:54:51 (UTC)

Shad

My friend that I miss talking to SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much
is Shad. I used to be able to talk to him about ANYTHING.
He listened and did not talk. He cried and didn't care that
he was a guy. He loved me like a little sister once upon a
time. Oh how I wish that I could talk to him!!!!!

I've tried calling him, e-mailing him, and writing him a
letter. I will probably write another letter tonight and
send it tomorrow morning. Maybe he will get it Saturday!

He's messed up a few times, but I've looked over that!

When he had his HORRIBLE wreck, I called my mom and dad
immediately when I found out that he was in the hospital in
Panama. They drove to the hospital (even though it was
their anniversary) and just happened to be the first ones
there. Gosh! You just don't know how bad I cried and cried
and cried.

When I finally got to see him, he was in ICU. He didn't
look like how I remembered him. It was like he was hanging
on by a thread. Well, he probably was...He had blood on his
brain, a broken collarbone, and broken wrist. He was in a
drug-induced coma. All I could do was stare at him lying
there on the bed and hold back tears. I have never wanted
to hug somebody and tell them that I love them so much as I
did that day! His mother was standing there and told me to
talk to him. I did and to my surprise he tried to talk and
get up out of bed.

That was a very very TROUBLING week for me. At the end of
the week, I went back to see him awake for the first time
since the wreck. He didn't talk much because he was in
pain. Again, I just wanted to hold him and let him know how
much I cared about him.

I dream every other night that he walks down the hallway of
the school or comes by to see us on the way to Ryan's (his
cousin) house. And when he walks through the doors, it's
like a voice is telling me to turn around and see who it
is. I turn around and see that it is him. Oh the emotions I
feel. We hold each other for the longest time. Then, we
finally talk about things over dinner. This dream reoccurs,
like I said, every other night. I don't know what this
means. I wish I did!

I'm going to call him Friday night since Jess can't come
over...probably. Anyway, I am hoping (and crossing my fingers) that I
will get him.

Well, now I remember. I talked to him about a week before he had his
wreck. It was like something was telling me to call and talk to him.
That's really scary because his father told me that he visited them
for 4 or 5 hours the Monday before he had the wreck. (That's unusual
because he almost never visited his parents.) The morning he had his
wreck, around 12:30 he called one of his buddies, but his wife told
him that he was going to go to bed in a few minutes because he was
going deep sea fishing in like 4 hours. So, he was driving the
streets at 4 and had a wreck about a mile from his house. How sad.

I have this really creepy thing that happens to me. I usually look at
the clock or my watch the same exact time someone who is close to me
dies or something bad happens to them. I woke up that very morning
around 4:30...and I know that's why.

~Boomer




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