Josh

This past weekend and the past few days have been hectic.  The same night that the Cavs beat Detroit and won the Eastern Conference finals, I found out that my uncle had died.  The rest of that night I tried to keep my mind occupied because Ness and I were celebrating the Cavs win, plus we stopped by Leah’s parents house for a bon-fire even though we ended up watching the 4th quarter of the Cavs game.  To keep my mind off the bad news, we headed to a bar where we drank a bit and played volleyball on a sand court behind a bar.  I had sand in weird places, it’s not fun.

We drove out to New York Sunday night.  The ride was rough since we saw tons, and I mean tons, of dead deer along the highway.  One was still alive on the side of the road.  It had been raining, and was still raining and that’s why they were all out crossing the highway.  We arrived at my house at 3 in the morning.

I hate funerals.  I hate viewings.  I hate seeing people that I knew alive, dead.  I try to avoid such things, but I couldn’t really avoid this.  My sisters cried, I didn’t.  But that’s how things go.  I hardly ever cry.  Anyway, it’s over, and I can move on.  My grandpa told me, while we were at the funeral home waiting to start the procession to the church, that that’s where we’ll all end up.  And no matter how much I try to avoid death, sooner or later it’ll catch us all.

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