I'm sorry I haven't been keeping up with things around here, I really am. I was on that posting spree and actually working on things again, but now I just can't find the energy.

I hope you can forgive me.

Eric's viewing was tonight, and now all I am is depressed. It was beautiful, flowers all but swallowed the church and drowned us with their abundance. Then there was Eric who, as you can imagine, depressed me. He's always been a warm hearted person with such lively features, but to see him lying there in that cascit looking like paper-mecha my mind refused to register it as Eric for the longest time.

Then it hit me that this was death, in its truest form.

I'm so used to seeing death in its opening stages through gradual procession that the change was subtle and I could say how peaceful and how much my relatives looked like they were sleeping because their body had gone naturally. But Eric had died so suddenly that I couln't make the adaption- I never saw him in the hospital bed by the grace of God- and I don't think that he looked so wax like because of a bad make-up job as my mom had convinced herself.

I'm done dumping my sad thoughts upon you all- thats all I seem to bring anyone anymore is just bad news.

But you wanna know the saddest parts of this young mans death, at least to me?

Eric was a senior in highschool, he was an active member of ROTC and a friend to just about everyone. He didn't think twice about climbing that tree even if it was 20 feet high, Eric was more than likely just thinking of how to impress his girlfriend at the time. When he fell from that tree he slid down the trunk on his back, rubbing off all the skin on his back, then landed on his shoulder with enough force to cause massive and permant brain damage- Eric, the guy with the well build body from 4 fours in ROTC and being able to run a mile in less than 5 minutes.

Even though he died six days ago and had been accepted to 2 collages the week before, today his family got the phone call that he had been accepted into UF.

But four of his organs were going to kids so that four other familys could have hope this Christmas; a 16-year-old will be recieving his lungs, someone get's his liver, another his kidneys, and a 3-year-old is going to get the best heart in the world.

Gomen.

~Eevee