AUGUST 1998

: August, 1998 - @ Crater Lake, USA

AUGUST 8th, 1998

Saturday

What the hell am I doing?
What have I left behind?
Who have I hurt?
Who loves me and misses me?
What the fuck did I do wrong??

I am so scared. Brandon just called and woke me at 4am. Dad rang him, looking for me, trying to find me. I feel so sick and can barely focus on this page through my tears. Perhaps I did something wrong. Maybe, just maybe I've lost my one home and the people who really love me. I hope not though. I hope I've lost nothing but a part of my life I never wanted anyway. But what if this is all wrong? Perhaps death really is the only way to leave it all behind forever ...

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AUGUST 21st, 1998

These words represent a new beginning - not just in thought, but in living and being. Like a ship's log which the captain has re-begun after losing a vessel to the sea, the journeys and events yet to come exist in a world of their own, but always in sight of the shadow of what was left behind. A new life lies ahead like the broad sea lies ahead of the captain and his new vessel, and there is a strong wind blowing from the Southwest.

Written by Brandon

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AUGUST 27th, 1998

Two days ago my family buried my mom. My dead mom. DEAD!! They put her in her white coffin and put her in the ground. She's gone forever and I will never see her again, never talk to her, never hear her voice or see her smile. I will never have a mother again. I can be a mother, but never have one, for the rest of my life. It's just not right that she's gone, not like this, not now. She's not meant to die, she's just not. I didn't even know she had died until after they had buried her. I wish so much that I had been there, I wish I could have said goodbye to her. And now I never can. Never.

So overcome with sadness and grief and guilt that these constant tears are choking me. I'm not only struggling for sleep, but also just for breath. I'm suffocating in all of this feeling, spiraling in the darkness, so much that I'm ill, dizzy, sick ... I feel so lost. I'm so far away and I just want to go home. But what will that help? I can't just go home and make her come back. I just want my mom back!!

Been in and out of bed for the past four hours - now I've just given up on sleep. I'd come and sit out here on the balcony and cry and cry until I felt worn out, but then when I'd climb into bed I'd start crying again. I'd just lie there and couldn't even close my eyes. So I'd come back out here and stare up at the sky and just keep drowning in my tears.

I keep thinking about the funeral, trying to imagine it. I can see my family sitting there, staring off into the distance, crying so hard. Saying goodbye in their own ways, perhaps wishing that I was there to do the same.

Goddamn these tears. I can't stop.

Each time I close my eyes my head is filled with a million pictures - not of her life but of her death. I can only imagine what it was like, what the funeral was like. I should have been there. I wish more than anything that I was.

But I wasn't, and I can't have that time back. I will never have that opportunity again to say goodbye. And I will regret that and hate myself a little for that for the rest of my life.

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