Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Over the last few weeks all I have done is play, well, recess and after school. I haven't wrote on my blog either, though I have made some friends. I signed up for some consoling at school and the four other kids in my group have all had someone taken away from them, and they feel the same pain that I do. I was surprised that the new friend of mine was in there too. of course, there was an old friend of mine who was in there. But when Hanna, (my new friend) told her story and why she was in the room with us, I didn't just feel sad for her, I felt that we had experienced the same thing, and at that same exact moment I felt like I was in the hospital again, holding Chase, crying my heart out, trying to tell him how much I loved him and telling him that I didn't want him to go, and when I finally snapped back to where I actually was, I somehow felt better, I didn't know how I could be happy at all when I lost my very own baby brother. I think it was that I just then felt that since Hanna had experienced the almost same thing, I thought that maybe we would have a longer friendship than I thought we would. Like when I use to go on the playground my thought would be "Oh, now what is going to happen today?" "Fight, or getting along?" But now, my only thought when I play with Hanna and her friends is, "Oh, what kind of fun are we going to have today?!"