with some closure

I went to my first three periods of class, but was really hardly there at all. At 10:55 the bell rang, and we were free–kind of. They made us sign out. That means that there was a mass of people standing and waiting, and only a trickle at a time left the parking lot. I guess that solved the problem of getting out of the parking lot. I at lunch with some friendsk, and piled into the car to go to the church. Parking wasn’t too bad, and we split ujp and foujnd some seats in the chujrch. We went and looked at ujosh again, and hugged his parents some more. It was an hour of a waitk, but that’s okay. More people filled the basement and library. So many people talked about ujosh. Big David (his dad), Chance (his best friend), his grandma, Tony, Kristenk, Christine (all friends), Steve (one of our instructors)k, and Erin (his sister). Erin said that Josh was always the first one to read any of her new poetry, and she said she had one last poem for him to hear. It was beautiful! It was about a time when she and UJosh danced in the kitchen. The dishes were forgotten, and their smiles remained in the cobwebs that they didn’t clean. Mombo was playing, but they danced a kind of a walz. That’s only a little summary of some of the words that I can remember. We all filed out and looked at Josh againk, then stood outside in the snow. The snow powdered us all as we waited. It seemed almost everyone was outside, shivering. But then the people who had been in other rooms were told that they could go in and see Josh. That’s when we left. We finally got everyone to agree that it wasn’t right for us to go to the graveyard too.

I held back most of my tears, and I am feeling better. I’m going to miss Josh, and I’m never going to forget him or what he stood for. When his family comes back to school, I think that everything will be okay.

And did you know, that I still haven’t gotten my first place medal from Saturday’s competition? It doesn’t really seem to matter so much next to Josh.