May 17, 1995 – Wednesday – 3:45 p.m.

Sunday night my grandparents on my mom’s side were here.  I do love my Grandpa!  Earlier that day, my dad was here as well. He was dropping Kevin off and it was good to see him.

That night I called my wonderful friend Emily.  I hadn’t talked to her in a while.  We couldn’t stop; we talked from about 11:30 p.m. to 2:30 a.m.  I told her I loved her right before we said goodbye.

She said, “I love you, too.”

But it is a friendly love.  We are simply two red lights lucky enough to have found another like ourselves.  We may be in different worlds, but we see things the same way.

I worked Monday morning.  I work everyday from 6:00 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. except for Sunday and Tuesday.  I had yesterday off.

It felt weird to be back working at McDonald’s.  It seems like nothing has changed.  But then again, it feels like everything has changed.

Monday night, Jonathan and Mike and I played water guns outside in the dark.  I got soaked, but enjoyed it greatly.

Tuesday, yesterday, we went to Sanford to pick up Jonathan’s check and go to Wal-Mart.  I haven’t seen Christi or any of her family.  Nor have I seen Scott.  I don’t even know where he is.

The summer is flying by.  But I’ve realized that this happens to everybody.

Everyone loves.

Everyone loses.

Everyone says hi.

And everyone says goodbye.

Maybe I’m just one of the few people to wonder why and to sit down on a Wednesday afternoon and reflect upon it all with pen and paper.  Do others do what I am doing?  Do others take stock?  Do others ask questions that are impossible to answer?

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