It hurts already.
Seventeen days are left.
Part of me is glad. The rest is sad.
Tonight at church I sang alone. Marcus and Cheryl were there, but both were wearing shorts. Pastor Steve won’t let you sing with the backup singers if you are wearing shorts.
Neither Jenna nor Tenielle were there. I was lonely. I missed their joyous presence.
The youth group is going to Danville on Friday for something Shurby is doing with a church up there.
Cheryl called me tonight after I got home from church. We had a nice talk. She said that she didn’t want me to go off to college and leave her there alone. She told me that Christi was separating herself from anything that deals with church, including people. She has been hurt. She has been hurt big time.
I wrote a poem today to go on Tenielle’s picture that she wants me to draw for her. I would put it in here, but now is not the right time.