Holy fuck, this year seems not to end. A boy from my school died this morning in a car accident, coming to Tandil from Buenos Aires. He was fourteen years old, and his mother also died in the crash. He had no siblings, and his father was absent since his birth. The only family left are his grandmother -who raised him while his mom studied- and his great-grandmother who suffers from Alzheimer.
Words can not explain what I am feeling right now and I just feel like crying at times, and the whole day has just been crap. I'm sorry for this but I'm really really trying to be optimistic and think that he's already in God's grace -but it's so hard when things like this happen to young people like him. He wasn't my friend, we were just acquaintances, but my school is small and I have always been attached to it as a sort of "extension" of my family, and I have always felt responsible for setting a good example for the younger kids, and supporting them in their projects and stuff, so I really love them all like little brothers and sisters. I may not have known him in depth, but I knew exactly who he was, and when my sister told me what had happened I felt a knot in my throat like I hadn't felt in a long time...
The burial is tomorrow and I'm having a terrible case of insomnia. I mean I guess I am sort of sleepy, but I don't really want to go to sleep. Something about it just feels off, and I know it's totally normal in this kind of situation, but I'm not sure if I should be feeling like this given the fact that this boy and I had probably talked once or twice...
*sigh* I really need to have a coffee or something.
Words can not explain what I am feeling right now and I just feel like crying at times, and the whole day has just been crap. I'm sorry for this but I'm really really trying to be optimistic and think that he's already in God's grace -but it's so hard when things like this happen to young people like him. He wasn't my friend, we were just acquaintances, but my school is small and I have always been attached to it as a sort of "extension" of my family, and I have always felt responsible for setting a good example for the younger kids, and supporting them in their projects and stuff, so I really love them all like little brothers and sisters. I may not have known him in depth, but I knew exactly who he was, and when my sister told me what had happened I felt a knot in my throat like I hadn't felt in a long time...
The burial is tomorrow and I'm having a terrible case of insomnia. I mean I guess I am sort of sleepy, but I don't really want to go to sleep. Something about it just feels off, and I know it's totally normal in this kind of situation, but I'm not sure if I should be feeling like this given the fact that this boy and I had probably talked once or twice...
*sigh* I really need to have a coffee or something.
I feel:
crushed
I'm listening to: Don't Look Down - David Ryan Harris
5 midnight fireflies | Light up the trenches
