I hope that I'm just pmsing and recent events are making me emotional, but recently I've been thinking alot about death. Not in the suicidal way but in the how do people go on when they lose someone really close to them? I've never lost anyone close to me, I mean sure my grandparents have died, my great aunts, an uncle and they were my family and I loved them, but I was never close to them. There was never really this void because I never saw these people except for once every 4 years or so! I didn't grow up with them and the ones that I did I moved away before I was old enough to really remember spending any time with them.
I live in a very small town, probably no more than 1000 people in the area (meaning Eureka, Rexford, Fortine and Trego). Everyone knows everyone, and if you don't know someone then you know know someone who does. A girl my age died a week ago in a car accident due to drinking, another girl was with her and was severely injured but is going to be ok. I didn't know either of them, though apparently I went to school with both of them though we didn't have any classes together. And that isn't really what's bothering me, what's bothering me is that a friend and coworker of mine was very close to the girl's family. Her sister is the sister of deceased's best friend. If that makes any sense. But she keeps telling me how the sister is constantly at her house and just keeps breaking down and it's horrible to hear because a part of me thinks "What if that was me? What if that was one of my sister's that had died? A good friend... Or Alex?" and the other part of me thinks "Everyone cares now, but give it a month and they'll be telling her to move on and get over it. It'll be old news in the town and no one will care anymore." Because that's how this town is, it's all about the latest gossip...
I have had an easy life, I'm not going to lie. I have a very loving and functional family, I've never suffered any tragedy or abuse. No one close to me has died, I don't struggle with any addictions or mental health issues. I have a wonderful husband, great friends and coworkers. And this scares me. Because EVERYONE I know has had something traumatic happen to them or suffered through some sort of ordeal, I've haven't. That means mine is still coming... But that's ok. I think I'm strong enough to take it, but it's still terrifying.
I've been thinking alot, and I hope that I don't die before Alex does. Not because I'm scared of death or because I'm trying to be a martyr and make people feel sorry for me. But because I know myself and I know him. He wouldn't be able to move on... I could. I know it's sounds horrible but I don't mean it like that. I just don't want him to suffer any more than he always has in his life.
Part of me does long for tragedy though... I think it's because sometimes I become so numb and apathetic to the world that I wish for something big to bring me back to my senses. I have a vivid imagination, and daydream often... Most of them involve something happening to someone close to me, usually my Dad or Alex. In others I have some terminal illness... I don't know how I became so macabre, and I don't enjoy being so. But it's been like this for as long as I can remember...
But these thoughts, accompanied by the tragedy in town, have had one good side effect. I'm trying not to take the people in my life for granted, especially Alex. I know I said I would want him to go before me because he would break if I died, but really I don't know what I'd do without him either...
There's so much I keep inside, and I want so badly to just say it somewhere, anywhere. But I'm always afraid of who's reading it and worrying people around me... But sometimes I just go for it anyway.
So to anyone and everyone that reads this, even if we don't talk that often or as much as we used to etc. Thank you for being my friend and no matter what you might think, I always care.
I live in a very small town, probably no more than 1000 people in the area (meaning Eureka, Rexford, Fortine and Trego). Everyone knows everyone, and if you don't know someone then you know know someone who does. A girl my age died a week ago in a car accident due to drinking, another girl was with her and was severely injured but is going to be ok. I didn't know either of them, though apparently I went to school with both of them though we didn't have any classes together. And that isn't really what's bothering me, what's bothering me is that a friend and coworker of mine was very close to the girl's family. Her sister is the sister of deceased's best friend. If that makes any sense. But she keeps telling me how the sister is constantly at her house and just keeps breaking down and it's horrible to hear because a part of me thinks "What if that was me? What if that was one of my sister's that had died? A good friend... Or Alex?" and the other part of me thinks "Everyone cares now, but give it a month and they'll be telling her to move on and get over it. It'll be old news in the town and no one will care anymore." Because that's how this town is, it's all about the latest gossip...
I have had an easy life, I'm not going to lie. I have a very loving and functional family, I've never suffered any tragedy or abuse. No one close to me has died, I don't struggle with any addictions or mental health issues. I have a wonderful husband, great friends and coworkers. And this scares me. Because EVERYONE I know has had something traumatic happen to them or suffered through some sort of ordeal, I've haven't. That means mine is still coming... But that's ok. I think I'm strong enough to take it, but it's still terrifying.
I've been thinking alot, and I hope that I don't die before Alex does. Not because I'm scared of death or because I'm trying to be a martyr and make people feel sorry for me. But because I know myself and I know him. He wouldn't be able to move on... I could. I know it's sounds horrible but I don't mean it like that. I just don't want him to suffer any more than he always has in his life.
Part of me does long for tragedy though... I think it's because sometimes I become so numb and apathetic to the world that I wish for something big to bring me back to my senses. I have a vivid imagination, and daydream often... Most of them involve something happening to someone close to me, usually my Dad or Alex. In others I have some terminal illness... I don't know how I became so macabre, and I don't enjoy being so. But it's been like this for as long as I can remember...
But these thoughts, accompanied by the tragedy in town, have had one good side effect. I'm trying not to take the people in my life for granted, especially Alex. I know I said I would want him to go before me because he would break if I died, but really I don't know what I'd do without him either...
There's so much I keep inside, and I want so badly to just say it somewhere, anywhere. But I'm always afraid of who's reading it and worrying people around me... But sometimes I just go for it anyway.
So to anyone and everyone that reads this, even if we don't talk that often or as much as we used to etc. Thank you for being my friend and no matter what you might think, I always care.
