(sharing your stories, one post at a time.)

Thursday, July 24, 2008

What you taught me...

I have so many fond memories with you.
The not so good ones, I put them aside b/c,
what's the point. We all make mistakes. We're
all human,  And most of all we hurt the ones
we love the most, right?!?
I met you when I was 20. I was so young.
So hopeful. So niave. LOL.
You burrowed your way into this place
inside my soul, where you remain, for always.
You taught me so so so much.
How to hold a bat.
How to make a stance to hit the ball.
How to cook without making a mess
and having tons of dishes in the sink afterwards.
What good music is and how to recognize it.
You taught me how to live in the past and want to
always be there.
You taught me how to hold onto the preciousness in
my life.
You taught me how you got into people's head
and how you stayed there.
You taught me how to be alone and enjoy it.
You taught me that I can clean the tub at anytime
night or day.
You taught me that I can be anything and do anything
that I want.
You made me recognize that I am a good person.
Though times you "hated"me, you never called me a
"bitch" at least not to my face. LOL My sister
says otherwise.
You taught me unconditional love.
And you brought me an array of people,
that now after you're gone I hold tight to
b/c they are what you left behind.
We are your legacy.  We are you.
 
~Forever 'n a Day
 Kamela

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Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Not happening

This cannot be happening, James.
Oh my God! How can I still be in shock????
It's almost been two months.
I don't know how to do this.
Is there something wrong with me?
How can I be feeling the way that I do?
All I have left is a box with memories.
When I'm my loneliest, I shift through my box.
Read the stack full of cards, the hundreds of letters,
at first I feel better, but by the time I'm done reading,
I need to call you and ask you something or argue with you,
and there's no one, there's no one!!!!
There's no James to call and ask about baseball.
There's no James to call and shoot the bull with.
There's no James to call and just say hello.
You used to send me one word texts, and I'd smile.
I'm still waiting for that CD you said you were making me.
I know you can't come back and I am sad. I am hurt.
Can't this be the one exception where someone comes
back from the dead??? Oh God, listen to me...
I do sound insane...I'm not gonna blog to you for the rest of this
evening....let's see how long I last.
James Shawn Agostini, I miss you....

Forever 'n a Day
~Kamela

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Fw: My 'Gary'.

a note from the editor and publisher: please no spam or ads on this blog. we are mourning a very loved person in our own way, through this blog, and to hijack this space is uncouth and lowly.

i respectfully ask that you don't post or email again.

thanks,
zaida

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Hi......

Hey you.
You know I thought as the days went by, things would get bearable, not
easy, just enough where I can do my daily living.
But, I can't.
I'm stuck.
I 'm stuck in a place of no hope, confusion, torment, and endless dreams.
I don't know why I dream of you so much. But it kills me, cause I feel you
in my dreams, and hope you're here when I awake. (My keyboard is drenched with tears)....
You are definitely are hard person to get over....you've always been.
I never could imagine you not here. Even if you moved, I knew I would be able to call you.
Even when we didn't speak for a while you always, always, always called me when I missed you.
God, this can't be happening.  In a month I will
start my last semester finishing my second BA, then it's off to grad school. I need to be.
I thought if I took this time to grieve you, alllow you to envelope me, cry my eyes out, that when
I needed to return to my life I would be able to, but it doesn't seem like it.
I use to love being alone. I loved my alone time, just me and my thoughts, although I still love it,
I dread it, cuz I get lost in my thoughts and you consume me. I want to speak to you. I need to know that you
are good. I want you here!!!!!!!!
I only hope you knew what you meant to me. I think you do cuz you were always too cocky for your own good.
I remember when we first met. I thought," augh, he's so full of himself...." little did I knew I was fall for it. lol.
I miss your friendship. I miss knowing you'd always, always be here. I miss those odd calls, at odd times, usually
about nothing...
I think I'm going insane.......I gets harder and harder to breathe at times.......
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~Kamela :)

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help: the beatles edition

i woke up crying this morning.

my period just finished a few days ago so i cant blame my hormones this time.

i dreamt that i was packing two apartments by myself, and ruining someone else's wedding on purpose.

mental note: dont invite me to your wedding.

our new ac shut off because he accidentally hit the timer. it was 89 degrees in here this morning, and ive been sick for two days. running a fever in this heat.

driving everyone crazy.

poor daniel.

why was i packing two apartments? were you dead? if you died and left me alone to pack both of our apartments i swear i wlll kill myself! james dying is hard enough, but there is no way i can do this without you. they will have to commit me! make sure before you die you hide my bottle of ambien, cause i'll down that shit and join you quick. oh crap, but what if i end up in hell like "what dreams may come" and then you have to spend eternity trying to rescue me. that would suck.

you need help.
i told you before you need to talk to someone - a professional.

and how am i suppose to do that if neither of us have insurance?

i guess im stuck with you motherfuckers.

sorry in advance.

xx zaida xx

Coping with Grief and Loss:

Guide to Grieving and Bereavement

Losing someone or something you love is very painful — and it's something that almost everyone will experience at some point in their lives. Loss that goes unacknowledged or unattended can result in disability. But grief that is expressed and experienced has a potential for healing that eventually can strengthen and enrich life. There is no right or wrong way to grieve — but there are ways to make your grieving more complete and more positive.

What is grief?

The definition of grief includes: emotions and sensations that accompany the loss of someone or something dear to you. The English word comes from the Old French grève, meaning a heavy burden. This makes sense when you consider that grief often weighs you down with sorrow and other emotions that can have both psychological and physical consequences.

When someone close to you dies, you don't just lose that person on the physical level, you also face the loss of what might have been. Your pain can involve missing that person's presence: sleeping in a bed that's half empty, craving a scent or an embrace. But knowing that your loved one will miss all of the milestones in your life often lasts longer than the pain of the physical absence. This may include the children that were never born, the trips not taken, colleges not attended, weddings not danced at — every life marker can be a reminder and an occasion for renewed grief.

How you respond to a particular loss

How the person died

Your response to an unanticipated death — a sudden heart attack, an accident, an act of violence — may be very different from the grief you feel when someone you love dies after a long illness. In the latter case, you may experience anticipatory grief, which occurs before the person's death. You're just as devastated when the death happens, but because you started grieving earlier, you may be able to recover sooner.

Your relationship with the person

The closeness of the relationship — spouse, parent, sibling, child — plays a role, of course. In the case of a blood relative, another factor is whether the person was a daily or regular presence in your life. Then there's the psychological nature of the relationship: was it smooth or rocky? If you had unfinished emotional business with the person you lost, if your last interaction was angry or otherwise fraught, that can intensify your experience of grief.

Your personality and coping style

If you're a normally resilient person, you may feel just as much pain over a loss as someone whose normal state is depressive or emotionally vulnerable, but you may find it easier to recover your equilibrium and to enjoy life again. People who have trouble coping with the setbacks of daily life will have a more difficult time recovering from a serious personal loss.

Your life experience

What you've learned about loss from other people and from your own experience can inform how you handle the loss of someone you love.

Support from others

As you'll see below, it's essential that you have people in your life who will help sustain you emotionally as you grieve. It's also important that your friends and family take your loss as seriously as you do. If you lose a cousin or friend who was more like a sibling, your grief shouldn't be dismissed as less important than that of an immediate relative. Many people downplay miscarriage, even if, to the parents, it represents the death of a baby. Nor does it matter how old the person was who died, or how sick. You lost someone you love, it hurts, and you need the support of people who care about you.

Are there stages of grief?

In 1969, based on her years of working with terminal cancer patients, psychiatrist Elisabeth Kübler-Ross introduced what became known as the "five stages of grief." While these stages represented the feelings of people who were themselves facing death, many people now apply them to experiencing other negative life changes (a break-up, loss of a job) and to people facing death or experiencing the death of loved ones.

Kübler-Ross proposed these stages of grief:

  • Denial: "This can't be happening to me."
  • Anger: "Why is this happening? Who is to blame?"
  • Bargaining: "Make this not happen, and in return I will ____."
  • Depression: "I'm too sad to do anything."
  • Acceptance: "I'm at peace with what is going to happen/has happened."

However, Kübler-Ross herself never intended for these stages to be a rigid framework that applies to everyone who mourns. In her last book before her death in 2004, she said of the five stages, "They were never meant to help tuck messy emotions into neat packages. They are responses to loss that many people have, but there is not a typical response to loss, as there is no typical loss. Our grieving is as individual as our lives."

There is no timetable for grieving. While the sense of loss and the intermittent sadness may never go away completely, people experience the cycle of grief differently. Some find that within a few weeks or months the period between waves of distress lengthens, and they are able to feel peace, renewed hope, and enjoy life more and more of the time. Others may face years of being hit with what feels like relentless waves of grief.

Mourning:

Mourning often involves a culturally appropriate process to help people pass through their grief. While many cultures mourn differently, the mourning processes usually have common ideals: acknowledging and accepting the death, saying farewell, grieving for a specific time period, and some means for continuing to honor the deceased. And finally, mourners are encouraged to move beyond their loss and form new attachments. Different cultures often define what is appropriate behavior for various family members, as well as the role of children during the mourning process.

Coping with grief and loss

The single most important factor in healing from loss is having the support of other people. Even if you aren't comfortable talking about your feelings under normal circumstances, it is important to talk about them when you're grieving. Knowing that others know and understand your grieving will make you feel better, less alone with your pain, and will help you heal.

Support can come from a number of different sources:

Finding support after a loss

Friends

Let people who care about you take care of you, even if you take pride in being strong and self-sufficient. Especially when you live away from family, true friends can offer shoulders for you to cry on until you begin to recover.

Family

The death of a relative can create a path for reunion, and even reconciliation, among surviving relatives. (It can also tear families apart, especially in the case of a sudden or violent death, so it's important to be sensitive to one another's approaches to grief and to refrain from accusation.) Sharing your loss can make the burden of grief easier to carry. Reminiscing about the person all of you lost may help everyone recover. If you've lost a friend or spouse, family members can form a caring community.

Your faith community

If you follow a religious tradition, embrace the comfort its mourning rituals can provide. Allow people within your religious community to give you emotional support. If you're estranged from your faith community or have none, this may be a good time to reconnect or to explore alternatives.

Support groups

There are many support groups for people who are grieving, including specialized groups (such as, people who have lost children, survivors of suicides).

Therapists and other professionals

Talking with a psychotherapist or grief counselor may be a good idea if the intensity of your grief doesn't diminish over time — that is, months go by and you still have physical symptoms, such as trouble with eating or sleeping; or your emotional state impairs your ability to go about your daily routine.

Wherever the support comes from, accept it and do not grieve alone. One of the key elements of healthy grieving is allowing your emotions to surface in order to work through them. In the long run, trying to suppress your feelings in the hope that they'll fade with time won't work. Blocking the grieving process will delay or disable your ability to eventually recovery.

If people don't know what they can do to help, tell them — whether it's going with you to a movie, cooking a meal for you, or just holding you as you cry. If someone is uncomfortable with your displays of emotion or your need to talk about the person you lost, gently let him or her know that talking out your grief is part of your healing process.

Helping yourself cope with grief and loss

  • Express your feelings in a tangible or creative way. Write about your loved one in a journal, or write the person a letter saying the things you never got to say. Create a scrapbook or artwork about the person; create an appropriate memorial in his or her honor (for example, if the person loved flowers, plant or fund a garden); get involved in a cause or organization that was important to him or her.
  • Take care of yourself physically. Get enough sleep, eat sensibly, and engage in regular exercise. Do not use alcohol or drugs to numb the pain of grief or lift your mood artificially. (That may even apply to antidepressants meant to ease the sadness of grief; because grief, unlike depression, is not a disorder, masking the pain with meds may be less productive than working through the sadness.) Healthy habits will help you with grieving, but substance use will impede recovery and can lead to long-term dependence
  • Don't let other people tell you how to feel, and don't tell yourself how to feel either. Your grief is your own, and no one else can tell you when it's time to "move on" or "get over it." At the same time, it's okay to be angry at the person who died, to cry every day if you need to, to yell at the heavens without being embarrassed. Conversely, it's okay to laugh, too. If watching the entire oeuvre of the Marx Brothers helps you heal, no one has the right to tell you it's inappropriate.
  • Plan ahead. Anniversaries, holidays, and milestones in life can be particularly challenging. Be prepared for an emotional wallop, and know that it's completely normal. If you're sharing a holiday or lifecycle event with other relatives, talk to them ahead of time about their expectations and agree on strategies to honor the person you loved.

Difference between grief and depression

If you are grieving, you may experience a number of depressive symptoms, such as frequent crying, profound sadness, and depressed mood. However, while major depression is categorized as a psychological disorder, grief is not. Grief is a normal and healthy response to bereavement, not an illness. Its symptoms are painful, but they serve an adaptive purpose.

The American Psychiatric Association states that, as a general rule, normal grief does not warrant the use of antidepressants. While medication may alleviate some of the symptoms of grief, it cannot treat the cause, which is the loss itself. Furthermore, by numbing the pain that must be worked through eventually, antidepressants delay the mourning process. When grief continues to be a disruptive and debilitating presence, you may be suffering from depression. If you have a prior history of depression or lack social support, you are particularly at risk.

Symptoms that sugggest a bereaved person is also depressed::

  • Intense feelings of guilt.
  • Thoughts of suicide or preoccupation with death.
  • Feelings of worthlessness.
  • Slow speech and body movements.
  • Inability to function at work, home, and/or school.
  • Finds no pleasure in previously-enjoyed activities.
  • Hallucinations of the deceased.

If you develop major depression following the death of a loved one, you may benefit from professional treatment.

How trauma affects the grieving process

Grief tends to be mixed with trauma when a loss is sudden and unexpected — a fatal heart attack, an accident, a murder — or it's perceived as being outside the normal cycle of life, as in the death of a child. For example, someone who nurses a spouse through a long illness will grieve when the spouse is gone, but the person who witnesses the sudden death of a spouse in a car crash will likely be traumatized as well. A sudden loss can be even more difficult to deal with if you don't have a socially recognized outlet for mourning, as may be the case with a miscarriage or stillbirth.

While trauma always incorporates grief, the two states are very different in how you experience them and what effect they can have on you. Grief is a normal reaction to loss, with its symptoms diminishing over time. On the other hand, trauma is a disabling reaction that can block the grieving process, disrupt your life, and leave you psychologically vulnerable. If you are coping with a traumatic loss, you may want to think about turning to a counselor or other professional for help.

The National Institute for Trauma and Loss in Children presents a chart, contrasting the experiences and effects of grief and trauma:

Grief vs. Trauma
The Effects of Grief The Effects of Trauma

Sadness is the dominant emotion.

Terror is the dominant emotion.

Grief feels real.

Trauma feels unreal.

Talking about grief can help.

Talking about trauma is difficult or impossible.

Pain is related to the loss.

Pain involves not just loss, but terror, helplessness, and fear of danger.

Anger is nonviolent.

Anger often involves violence towards yourself or others.

Guilt involves unfinished emotional business with the deceased.

Guilt includes self-blame for what happened or thoughts that it should have been you who was harmed.

Your self-image and confidence generally remain intact.

Your self-image and confidence are distorted and undermined.

You dream about the person you lost.

You dream about yourself in danger.

Symptoms lessen naturally over time.

Untreated, symptoms may get worse.

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"Truth | Tough Love"

there's an elephant in the room:

your seizures sucked balls, and not in a good way.

for the longest time i really thought you had multiple personalities. back in the day, bullshit doctors told you they coudnt find anything wrong with you physically.

test after test.
insanity.
we all knew something wasnt right.

it has to be a personality disorder, i told you. you dont understand or have any clue what we are seeing here, james. you black out and have no clue what the fuck is happening to you, how you change, what you say, what you look like. if it was me you would be scared shitless.

i wanted to video/record your seizures. threatened that i would, but i just couldnt do it.

i didnt want you to see what we saw, heard, felt.
i didnt want you to be more upset, anxious, scared.

last night we all had insomnia. the night ticked by ever so slowly. i asked daniel what is happening to your body right now. is it decomposing? what does that look like?

it's not him, he said. plus the casket is made of steel. he's mummified. remember what his ears looked like on the last day? they were sinking. all the moisture is gone now. it's not him, he reminded me.

i know he didnt want to upset me so he downplayed it.
he loves me that much.
but i see right through it.

i want to know everything.
i want to know and feel everything.
i want to know what you look like right now in your grave.
i want to touch you and bring you back to life.
i want to know what is physically happening to your shell.
i want to know that the bugs in the earth are not having their way with your flesh - your beautiful pink skin that i used to pick at constantly. that light brown thick curly hair that you refuse to grow too long. those bright dancing blue eyes, and that space where that snaggle tooth grew. your plump belly and your flat ass. your gangly swagger. your light bright smile.

i want to know what you felt like when you died.
i want to feel that, though that sounds crazy, i dont care.

im losing my mind over here. fuck it. i need to deal, and this is how.

i suppose that i should be happy that you seized and died in your sleep, hopefully completely unaware, as opposed to seizing in the street, getting hit by a bus, falling into the train tracks, getting shot or stabbed for cursing someone out when your other "personality" decided to take over your body against your will.

i told this to ryan and daniel last night while we stayed awake, watching the clock, flipping channels, looking for something to fill the empty space. i said things to them that they didnt want to hear, didnt want to talk about, didnt want to listen to, asked questions they didnt want to answer.

i said all the things that we arent allowed to say, that people will find disrespectful to his spirit.

i said all the things that i would have told you and asked you directly if you were here.

and im saying some of them here now, because i cant be the only one thinking about this.

you know i would never disrespect anyone purposely, yet i need to talk and write about these things that nobody dares address in public.

i ride my bike back and forth from work, and find myself thinking what if i got hit by a car right now? would you be there to greet me? how would my family continue on without me? how can i make the most of every single fucking moment im alive so that nobody ever lives with regret after im gone?

what spured all this was a simple song i heard on a truth commercial:

"nothing builds character like watching a loved one die."

thanks, ryan, for reminding me. i couldnt remember tonight as i was writing this. i watched that commerical for the first time last night, as we sat there silent, and the floodgates reopened - immediately, without fail, woefully.

i cant stop thinking about you. sometimes i want to, i wont lie, because it's easier to pretend.

fuck character. i dont fucking want character, i just want you back, bebe.



i now understand why people become alcoholics, drug addicts, lunatics.
it's a coping mechanism.
it's a way of not having to deal with reality.
it's escapism at its finest.

now pass me my newports, and shut the fuck up.

xx zaida xx

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Monday, July 21, 2008

I feel...


This morning I felt suffocated.
The loss that which I feel for you
caught up with me.  This morning.
Who am I without the ones I love, the ones
who love me? Am I just another another mishap,
are we a casuality of those we love?
I have words rehersed for you, words that are
a direct impact of the decade we shared.
How do I honor you, tell me?
Do I make a pilgrimage to where I know
you are not, just to feel you present?

~Kamela

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Sunday, July 20, 2008

As if...

It's amazing how I'm suppose to continue on with my life as if I never knew you.
As if you never existed. As if you never died.
You of all people, are not here. God, I cannot comprehend this.
Is this the age where my grief begins, before I even start living??
People don't understand how consuming you were,
How you did your best to get under our (my) skin, where you stay, as
permenant as an ink tattoo.
How foolish we were to believe we'd be here forever.

We shared our secrets with you.
We told you our dreams, our fears, our desires...
and you took them with you.
And what are we left with????
**a brokenheart.**
How easliy those are to hand out.
We lined up willingly.
One by one.
We shared our space with you.
We believed your stories and listened to your jokes.
Took your shouting, your screaming, and even your angry words.
(with no ill intentions)
And we kept returning.
I guess we all wanted to see how this would turn out. (sigh)
My hopes were you'd live to 94.
I hoped for the stories you'd tell,
where I knew what really happened and
would correct you.
I hoped for the day to see our children being
best buds, falling in love, falling apart as we catch them.
And now we (I) are the ones falling apart.
Trying to pick up pieces that are long blown away.
Am I suppose to not feel.
To not feel the void inside of me.
Best friends we were not, I cannot
claim that title. Friends, we were more.
What falls between family and best friends?
That's what we were. I hate the "past tense",
The "present imperfect" is just as bad.
So I guess I am suppose to continue on....
--
~Kamela :)

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Keep us....

No one understands death,
until it happens to someone they love.
I still can't get over my father's death
and it's been eight years.
I called James that morning, after
the ambulance rushed my dad to the ER.
I don't know how quickly he got from
Manhattan to the Bronx, but he was here.
He was there when they told me my father
didn't make it. I felt my knees buckle underneath
me, James caught me. I cried and I cried and I cried.

My sister was the one who told me.
I was leaving work and she called me.
I thought she had one of her crazy
chocolate cravings and wanted me
to bring something home for her.
She sounded like something was wrong.
I asked her and she told me to go back to
work before she told me anything....so I
walked back to work in a panic,
I went down the list of people who it
could be. Then I stopped at his.
I heard her voice get shakey.
I felt my body lose feeling.
I asked her "is James ok?"
"Can I speak to him?"
She didn't answer me.
I asked her again,
"KIM, CAN I SEE HIM?"
She said no.
My body gave up from under me.
It couldn't support me and I feel to my knees....
I haven't gotten up since.
***
It's been difficult to face this reality.
I'm glad I have somewhere to go to
discuss indirectly how I feel, to share the times
we spent together, to feel what other's feel.
***
James,
We miss you ever so dearly. Keep us safe.
Watch over us.
Forever 'n a Day
~Kamela

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sharing is caring

my new mobile phone just imported all my numbers last name first.

i never use it last name first cause i never remember last names, so i was annoyed for a millisecond, until i realized my first entry is

Agostini, James


and so, it is. and it stays.

i found a really cool video of a dude in my neighborhood who made a kayak out of water bottles, and i went to hit share. you know, where you can email the vid to your favorite friends.

the first entry in my share address book is

jordynlynn9@hotmail.com

and i remembered when i first schooled you on "email" and set up your new hotmail account. i had my new hotmail email, and thought i was so cool. you were home with me for a few days that week, we were hanging out. you were on first dell laptop that weighed 50lbs. i showed you how it worked, and you couldnt believe it.

you introduced me to classic soul,
i introduced you to technology.

i said think up a name that you want people to send you email to!

and you said my baby girl

and i said are you gay? i wont tell. mybabygirl at hotmail dot come is kinda gay.

and he said nah i just want everyone to remember her name

and i said are you sure? cause that pink shirt is flaming. and i love you even if do you take it up the ass

and he said you're the only one taking it up the ass, zaida

and i said then why were your feet touching the ceiling? and if you keep telling that story im going to tell everyone the truth!

and he said jordynlynn9

and then a few years later gmail came out and i sent him 1000 invites and he said

stop sending me this shit i have an email address

and i said but hotmail is played out you got to get on the new shit "son"

and he said fuck that what i have is just fine

and i was all you're such a loser all the cool kids have gmail

and he said all the cool kids have gonorrhea

and i said

true, true


xx zaida xx

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Heaven.....

Footprints on my heart,
is what you have left behind.
I often wonder why the heavens
decided they needed you more?
Is there something we don't know about??
I am sure they knew how much we laughed
together.
Now there is an endless supply of tears.
of uneasiness, of this gut-wrenching pain.
I thought I'd cry my last tears for you....
I can't wait to see you...

"Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand
If I saw you in heaven
Would you help me stand
If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day
Cause I know I just can't stay
Here in heaven

Time can bring you down
Time can bend your knee
Time can break your heart
Have you begging please
Begging please


Beyond the door
There's peace I'm sure.
And I know there'll be no more...
Tears in heaven

Would you know my name
If I saw you in heaven
Will it be the same
If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on
Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven

Cause I know I don't belong
Here in heaven."
~Kamela

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.........

That's exactly how he loved his girls:
"She's sassy, loyal, stubborn and impulsive. She makes no apologies." !
--
~Kamela :)

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

maybe that's why he loved her so

"Kidada Jones, aka daughter-of-Quincy, sister-of-Rashida, works in product development for Disney. Here is what she says about her Tinkerbell tat: "She's sassy, loyal, stubborn and impulsive. She makes no apologies." [W]"

xx zaida xx

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Dreams

My husband was very good friends with James. They went to high school
together and in more recent years played baseball together. Sam was
really excited that James was playing with them this year. From what
I've heard, James was too. So needless to say, James is always in our
thoughts, especially on Sundays. (baseball day)
James hadn't played in the past couple of years so I hadn't seen him
in a while. But back in the day, I would ride in the car with Sam and
him to all the games. It was during these car rides that I really got
to know James. He was constantly trying to get a rise out of me! Are
you surprised?!

Well, to get to the point...yesterday was baseball day and I was
thinking about James. I'm sure my husband was too. My thoughts led me
to check the blog. Yes, I am one of the 96+ visitors.

(fast forward a week and 3 days)
I had a dream about James that night. All I remember about the dream
is that we (James and I) knew what was going on and I told him that a
lot of people missed him. I wish I could remember more but I am a true
believer that people can come to you in your dreams and I think he was
there that Sunday night.

Mandy (Sam's wife)

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Venting

I guess I was a little frustrated yesterday.
I’m really trying my best to hold it together.
I have so much rage in my heart that I have no idea what to do.
James you are amazing seriously,
when times got rough you laughed about it
You will get angry but after you released the anger verbally you were back to normal
This is outrageous, or maybe I’m over reacting
I know I can be dramatic at times I have my moments,
I guess this week isn’t a good week for me at all.
I’m having a rough time with life period at the moment
Hmm I can hear you saying “FUCK THAT, FUCK EM , Don’t trust no one”
You were on my mind heavy this week I wish you were here,
Erin has been looking cute all this week
She’s trying to make her butt look bigger so she has been wearing seven jeans all week I know you would have had soooo many jokes
“Grenada has Style” LAMO
After reading Kamela Posts made me realize
I need to be a little more humble
Her post are sooo quiet, smooth and at times humble.
Shit, my last two post were loud, angry and confused.
I’m humble on the outside,
but inside I’m screaming
Man I miss you!
**Manta**

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Wednesday, July 16, 2008

You didn't say good-bye.
But you never like good-byes.
I'm not ready to say "See ya later".
:(

~Kamela

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Can't sleep...


So last night I could not fall alseep.
You were spinning my mind around and around.
Finally, I allowed you to take over my thoughts.
And the tears came. They didn't not stop.
The thoughts were from so long ago and
from the recent past. I miss you.
I spoke to you alot last night.
Time does not heal anything.
It makes it worse.
It makes me think
about how I'll never be able to call you.
It reminds me of all the "GREATS"
I can't call you for.
It reminds me that my friend,
who of few knows me best won't
be on the other line or whose face
I'll never see again.
It reminds of me that handsome
face, the one that will never age.
It reminds me how you won't
call me a billion times begging me
to meet you.                
I am so angry. It's not fair....
I cried myself to sleep.
Forever 'n a Day
~Kamela :)

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FUCK!!!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

 

This is really insane!! I’m happy that you are in the happier and peaceful place. But I’m like damn!! Losing a best friend is a CRAZY feeling. Some might think I’m fine, but inside this shit hurts. Okay… I’m going to stop thinking negative and look at the positive side of all of this.  Damn! I’m sorry! I’m feeling lost and confuse again. How do I overcome? I just want to SCREAM.

 

***Manta***

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Still not Ready

 

Hi James! I heard from Katia today and she said she heard from you while she was in Cuba. ( Meaning she dreamt about you) You told her that you were good. I was a little annoyed because you haven’t visited me yet. But than again I’ve been so stressed these past weeks, that I prayed three nights in a row and asked that you don’t come visit because I’m so stressed and I’m not ready. James I’m not ready to let you go seriously. I don’t want to face the fact that you really aren’t coming back. I mean I know you aren’t, but on the other hand I block it out. I don’t think about it. But I think about you daily. I’m hurting so bad I don’t even feel it. Don’t think I’m avoiding you and I don’t want to speak with you. I’m just not ready, I’m scared to be honest. This is hard for me.  I’m still not ready!

 

I’m sorry!

 

Love You Always James

Samantha (manta)

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As Time Goes By

I'm not as overwhelmed with thoughts of you in my head as much as before
I think slowly I'm beginning to feel better, and I guess that is a good thing,
but I can't help but still miss you so much. I guess the saying time heals everything is true.
The days when I miss you all I can do is stare at the pictures of us having fun and smile or cry
or look at your number in my phone and wish to god you were still here and I can call you just to say hey
I know you wouldn't want those of us who knew and loved to be like this but it is hard with you not being here,
and being a pain in everyone's butt. lol 
 
Love you always James aka kak :-)
Erin
 
 
 

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

I am sorry

I know.  And I am sorry.
If I could I would have been there in a second.
No questions asked.  No explainations given.
To have you here. At any cost. I would have.
 
Forever 'n a Day
~Kamela

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Call me...

I am glad you called me back.
I know that you fight hard with the ones you love the most.
You're just so outragous.  And had your own way of thinking
and being. You always thought your way was the right way,
and we of course thought differently. 
It was about 2 or three months.
But that time was didn't speak for a while,
I thought of calling you first,
but I hesitated. I thought I should let you be.
When I picked up it was as if no time had
passed.  
I still have you in my phone.  I started to call you the
other day.....
 
~Kamela :)

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Miss you....

I am not as overwhelmed with the thougths of you not being here anymore.
I feel normal.
Whatever that's suppose to feel like.
Normal, but there's a saddness that unconsciously hoovers over me.
When it's really quiet, it's the noisest in my head.
My days have been quiet, yes, that's the word.
You always had something going on, and I knew that.

That's why I liked talking to you. You always had a story.
An incident that was over the top, crazy and funny. How
you go into those situations was unbelievable. Kim told
me about last year when the two of you went bike
riding last summer. And the entire time you told her to
becareful, the next thing you know you get sideswiped
by a bus and run into a cab!!
How I laughed. It was hilarious!! And of course you were ok.
But I couldn't get the image out of my head. You were the only
one I trusted with my sister. You took care of her, kept her busy
and out of trouble. I need to chat with you now. I need advice.
In an instant, my life was turned upside down, like everyone
else who loves you and knows you.
Forever 'n a Day.....

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Think about you this weekend

This weekend I had really good time with a friend of mind,  and once in a while you would come into my mind, but not because it made me sad so much, it
was the things we would say to each other on the phone when you call and I have to say it made me laugh
I told her about you, and all the things you would say, I didn't tell her about this particular conversation, but while I was talking to her it came to mind and I wanted to share it.
it has been a while since you've been gone that I really let my self  have some fun.
Most of the times when you call our conversation would go something like....
 
whadup tities I mean E. whacha doing?
 
Nothing
 
You coming over
 
No
 
come on I'll cook you something
 
Yeah right? You know you ain't cooking shit you just want me to come over
 
Come on I'll make you something from Zumuda what do they cook over there
 
Fuck you, you ass
 
Come on you coming over or what
 
Nope
 
Fuck you then I'll call black panther (Sammy) lol
 
find 
 
Later kak five minutes later phone ring
 
You coming or what
 
Yeah, Yeah
 
Aight hurry up biotch
 
 

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The Fucktards

back in the day, our arguments started like this:

yo, WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with you? how can you say something like that??!!

if you don't like it, TOO. FUCKING. BAD.


but JAMES, it's just not right. you aren't supposed to...

FUCK YOU, CUNT.

FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!! i dont need this shit. fuck off!!! don't call me anymore!!! you're fucking insane. you need help!!!

fuck you then.


(click)

2 months later...

(ringggg)

hello?

im hungry.

what are you making?


i went to the movies last night. i think you would have liked it. it had that girl with the big tits.

cool.

you coming over?

nah. you come up here.


i should be there in an hour. where's ryan and hunter?

oh crap, i gotta clean.

fucking slob.

our relationship like a rollercoaster. it was probably because we are so much alike. except you said all the things i wanted to say but didnt dare because i was a pussy.

you taught me how to accept people for who they are, even when i dont agree with them.

you were still a royal prick, though. you funny fucker.

i love you.

xx zaida xx

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visiting hours

dearest james,

so, what were you doing exactly?

coming to plant bugs in our ears and force your way back into our brain cells?

all weekend i
cried for you
missed you
thought about you
dreamt about you
talked to you
googled you

and i finally had some time to look at my stats and saw i wasnt the only one.

it's like you were on a mission, bro. like, you were saying,

oh HELL no.
people are getting WAY too comfortable with me being dead.
fuck THAT shit.
lemme fuck with them a little...
WATCH this, Zaida.


and there you were all over the damn place, being annoying as usual.

(of course i mean that in the most loving way possible.)

at home, i have pictures of you everywhere, and it was hurting just a little less to look at them until this past weekend.

and just when i thought i was healing, you decide to rip the scabs open again, and this time i couldnt stop the bleeding no matter how many happy pills i popped.

you motherfucker.

that's not nice.

but point taken.

xx zaida xx

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Monday, July 14, 2008

Hmmm.

 

You were on my mind this weekend James.

You are on my mind everyday but this weekend was heavy.

Carlos and I went to 7A’s yesterday for brunch it was really nice.

Wish you could have been there.

 

James I’m still not ready to face the reality that you aren’t here. I mean I know that you aren’t here but in my reality it just seems as if you are on a long vacation and I’m just waiting for you to come back. I’m serious I really don’t want to believe that you are gone. I have my moments. One second it's like I’m fine and I understand that you aren’t with us any longer. Then the next second I’m all confused like what the heck is going on. Insane!!

 

Love you Always will

Manta

 

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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

Zaida & Daniel: "Chasing Tail"

we are in this week's time out new york!!

along with our pups charley & hunter!

second picture in.  under the "dating" section. 

http://www.timeout.com/newyork/


click on our picture to read about our doggies and how we fell in love in our neighborhood.

cool!!

xoxo
zaida

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Tuesday, July 8, 2008

No one knows....

I know what Zaidy means when she says that
she your lover can't really be your best friend.
There are so many thoughts in my head that
need to be released....but there's no one who
would understand. No one knows the mind-pain
you feel when you lose someone close to you.
No one can imagine the crazy ideas that run through
your head. They can't imagine the hopelessness you
feel. The loneliness you fee. The void you feel,
when that certian someone is no longer reachable,
no longer present. All you have are memories.
But they leave you lonely. They leave you
angry. They leave you wanting more.

OXOXOXXO
~Kamela

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Hey there.....

well, I went camping this weekend and it was
a wonderful time. Even though it rained and
our tents were filled with puddles. lol But it
felt like an ordinary summer weekend.
No thoughts of things amiss. No empty
feelings in the pit of my stomach. No tears
to cry. Just a good ole time.
Then I came home....
I dreamt of you all Sunday night. The dream
it felt so real. You came to my job to visit me
like you used to do. And I knew that something
was wrong. In my dream I knew you were sick
and you were gonna die. I was so sad in my dream
and I felt the saddness as I slept. We were together
laughing and working......it was nice.
I woke up and told my sister about my dream, the tears
streamed down my face. I had to goto my room. It felt
familiar. I sat on the floor and cried and cried and cried.
Then I played Maxwell and cried some more. It was
awful. I miss you dearly. I know you wouldn't want me
crying. You hated when I cried. But I can't help it.
I feel so helpless. So alone. Kim came in and saw me
tried to comfort me, but it was the hopless comforting the
hopeless. She said you wouldn't want me to cry. But she knew
how I loved you and how you were and always will be embedded
within me......

Love Forever 'n a Day.....
~Kamela :)

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Monday, July 7, 2008

inspiration from the blogfather

ive been avoiding you, and this whole being dead thing, and dealing - or rather, living in state of denial so strong, so consuming - that i just rather pretend it didnt really happen to get through it all, if that makes sense... im pretending that you are mad at me. that you refuse to take my phone calls or answer my emails, and that i would just wait out this wave the way i waited out all the others. meanwhile, ive been working two jobs, seven days a week, 12 hour days, so that i would fall into this coma to get me through the night. but still, 3am. same old shit.

then i read this, which made me feel guilty for ignoring you.

so, hi. there. fine. i wrote it. and i promise to take a lunch break tomorrow and finally listen to my 16 voicemails and then call your mom back since i saw her number in my call log before i went to bed the other night.

the good news is, i guess, is that ive been promoted at the restaurant, sorta. long story. but im the general manager for now.

you would have been proud...

i hope.

i remember how excited you were about the restaurant upstate, and i think i work harder to prove to you that i could do it - for me, for you, for your memory. and you're right: it's incredibly fun. most fun ever. not sure why i didnt do this sooner.

xx zaida xx

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Friday, July 4, 2008

postsecret

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Thursday, July 3, 2008

the no-replacements.

the secrets are piling up.
i feel like im going to explode.
seriously.

five minutes ago:

i'm a bitter betty, i told daniel.
what are you bitter about, NOW? he said, sarcastically.

see. see! this is exactly what im talking about!

oh fuck.
here we go.


no. no. no. see, james would never had said NOW. he would have said, what's a matter zaida? talk to me. and then i would have told him why im a bitter betty, and he would said, "ah, that's nothin'. this is what you gotta do..."

see, daniel. this is why your lover can never *really* be your best friend.

you never get tired of your best friend,

even when they bore you to tears.

what do you want me to do?

nothing. you cant do anything. i'll just go write. i'll blog all my secrets.

i miss my secret keeper.

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Handbag

Ok, I’m sitting down the other night thinking about you

I’m looking at door where all the handbags are hanging

And there I realized a lot of them were from you

It’s amazing how you paid so much attention to others passions

And still maintain to keep up with your passions

You gave me this Kenneth Cole Black Leather Huge Vintage bag

You loved that bag, and out of no where you say “You can have it Burger”

“Don’t lose that shit”

You gave me a Victoria Secret bag, I think you got it from Zadia, Not sure

It was so bad that Carlos would asked where you get this from, and I will say “James”

This was before Ya’ll met,

I know it his mind he was like “Well damn is everything in this damn room from James”

I’m amazed because all this time I thought you just were giving me handbags

It was more than that. You knew my love for fashion

And you knew I loved Handbags and Printed Tee-shirts

And every time you saw a cool tee or handbag You got it for me

And to be fair you gave everyone something at the same time so no one feel left out

I remember you found a little tiny purse on the street, I think a little girl lost it

It was pink and white with the letter “M” on it.

You called me from outside hype “Yo son I have something fly for you “ “You gonna love this shit”

When you came by my desk it was the tiny purse, I was laughing so hard

You even left the $1 that was it in for me.

You even told me the “M” was for Manta, I was cracking up

That’s CRAZY!!!

What’s the craziest part is that you kept asking me to make Veronica a bag

But I was being lazy, and you told me as long she get it before the wedding it’s cool

Not only that you wont be able to see my first vendor show in a few weeks

THIS SUCKS….Damn!

 

You taught me a lot about friendship James. I wish I had a forgiving and loving heart like you.

 

Love Always

BFF **Manta**

 

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Wednesday, July 2, 2008

One regret


Only one regret.

I try to live my life with
no regrets.
I try to do my best
 to do what I want,
say what I want,
love who I want,
go where I want..etc....etc...
So far I have done just that....
Until May 21st.
That was the last time James and I spoke.
We spoke for quite some time...
then he asked me to get coffee with him.
I said that I couldn't.
I lied.
I wanted to but I said no.
I thought maybe another time.
Another time never came.....
A few days later
James' mom Ann calls me...

My one and only regret.....
I am so so so sorry...
We'll never have that cup of coffee.

Forever n a Day...
~Kamela

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You Stayed!!!

I never had many friends, and I still don't.
I find it hard to trust people and let them get close
cause they always disappoint.
I could never understand how you 
had so many friends and you knew
so many people. I was and still am a wallflower
but you had always been the center of attention
and it drove me crazy.  You were always on the go
and now I know why. You never wanted to be
alone.
Your life, the way you lived it, it makes sense now.
The pieces of your life now put together fits,
just like the puzzles you loved fit, it all fits now.
I have visited this page so many many many times
in one day. I'm probably the one who keeps uping the
count. lol. I just need to talk to you.  You and two other
souls were the closest to me, three felllas in my
life. Now there are only two. One my love and the
other my BFF, and you, you were you, you never
fit into any category, any one role.  But you fit in
my heart, you sat and sit in my heart comfortably.
Many times, this past month, I've wanted to talk
to you.  We've always talked, we would talk for
hours and that's the one thing I loved about us.
I've been talking to you alot, but silence is what
I've gotten in return.  I'm not used to this silence
between us. Even when we weren't talking
we'd call each other. You were my habit, rarely
had you ever said "I'll call you back" but when you
did I made you feel guilty and you stay on the phone
with me. lol. 

--
~Kamela :)

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How you always made me laugh cont'd...

You always found a way to make me laugh even when I wasn't in the mood to laugh. Almost like clock work when you come into to work on Tuesday you would come by my desk and the first thing you would say wadup E. what are we having for breakfast, what are we having for lunch even though you knew I'd already had breakfast, or you would say come with me to get a bagel then you would tell me one of you stories which will have me cracking up, because they were so unbelievable and hiliarious at the same time. I remember a couple of weeks before you wanted me to come over to your house for the weekend but I wasn't up to it because I was feeling down.

I didn't tell you, however, when you came to work and you started joking around and being yourself I wasn't really laughing you asked me what's wrong. I remember telling you and you told me not to worry it's nothing, then you told me one of your funny stories. For the rest of the day it made me feel so much better I couldn't stop laughing. It as though you made everything better. I will especially miss every time you were about to tell one of your stories and I would start to say something, you would alway say, you be quiet you don't know what you are talking about you're not even black lol. Anyone who ever had lunch with us will know what I'm talking about.
I going to miss you coming over to my desk and ask me to go get coffee with you. I'm going to miss you coming over and asking me for my metro card leaving for hours with it and everytime I would say don't lose my metro card James and you would say shut up but you know you my bitch lol. Then you could say come with me and I would say are you trying to get me fired. I remember when you asked me to come with you, you were going to see your uncle Mike. I remember we walk up to him and you introduced me and you said to him this is my girlfriend and you were like nah I'm just playing that's my friend Erin and she have some nice cha chas though lol. I was so embrassed your uncle just laugh. Also, the time when I met you aunt and cousin that was so funny I'm not even sure I could tell that story. I Swear we were gone so long that someone would come around looking for us, but you were like stop no body is looking for us.
I'm going to miss the bullshit stories you would make up about us when I stayed over at you house and you had everyone beliveing it. But they were funny as hell, if I wasn't there myself I would have believe it too. lol. You were so good at telling a story and making everyone laugh, sometimes it would take everyone a minute or two before they realize you were only playing. I'm going to miss you saying to me so are you coming over so we could play Wii. You would would always say come on you got come over you the best player you got be on my team even though I suck, and i'll be like yeah right you are so fool of it and some how i would end up going. You were so good at doing that and we all fell for it. You would always say so are you coming over tonight or what and I would be like what are you talking about, I would alway say I don't have clothes to stay over and you would be like so, we would go back and forth and you would say ok I would go with you to century and you could buy something. I can't believe I actually didn that. I alway use to tell Sammy only for you I would do certain things for and it was so true, I would have never done anything like that for anyone else because you had a special place in my heart. And the times when I stayed at your house and have nothing to sleep in you would give me one of your big ass pants wear and when i'm walking around you would pull them down. I use to be so mad and you would say tell me that shit wasn't funny, and you know something it was because I would laugh too. The times when when me and Kimmy would be at your house and you would be like don't touch anything, because you bitches are going to burn my house down, but you know I love you guys that why I make fun of you lol I'm espcially going to miss you the most because when it was time to go to sleep we couldn't get you to stop talking. And boy did you talk. You always knew how to make everyone laugh, sometimes I wondered if you ever knew how funny you were.
I love you James aka kak
Erin

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destiny????

Everyone has their destiny,
was this yours???
I am just having a hard time
understanding all of this.
I can't fathom the idea of
everyone leaving their
memories of you and them,
on this page. Memories like
these are made to be shared
over hundreds of cups of
hazelnut coffee. Memories like
these are made so that we can
call each other when they come
to mind and remind each other
of what dumb stuff we've done.
Memories like these are made
to be told to our children and
have them make fun of us and
hold it against us..Memories
like these will never again be...
without you, my Dearest James...

What kind of a destiny is this??


Forever n a Day....
~Kamela :)

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How you made me laugh so many times

I can remember times I was have a bad day or feeling sad and you would say the funniest to make me laugh. Even the most outrageous stuff, I could only say James and you would say I made you laugh didn't it.
 
I remember some of the emails you sent me that would have me laughing histerically, I would say to you if they check our emails at this job we would both be fired.
You would say fuck them who care.

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My Memories....

"Death leaves a heartache no one can heal,
love leaves a memory no one can steal."

James...
My memories keep me company, when  I miss
you.  Then when I miss you most, then I want to call
you, and I can't....then the tears come and then that
empty feeling in the pit of my stomach seems so
large and grand....then I fall asleep. 

I was walking to work one morning, feeling pretty
awful.  I looked down to a place that I had forgotten,
and I saw a place on the ground where you had carved
our initials in the cement that had just been poured.
It made me smile. It made me smile like I haven't smiled
in so long. It warmed my heart and for that moment all
was good. I tried to keep that feeling with me as long as
I could but my reality took over and I missed you.


Forever n a Day...
~Kamela :)

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Feeling It..

I’m feeling it a little more each day that goes by. I walked passed your desk yesterday and all I could do is shake my head and say “hmmmm” Hurtful I must say. I’m in a bad mood today and the worse part is I can’t call you and talk about it, and I can’t wait for you to come by my desk just to ask me “Why you gotta stink attitude” “What happen, you didn’t get no boom boom last night”

 

Erin really misses you and I know that she isn’t doing well inside. I think you are the only friend she ever had that she has been so close to. Also I think you are the only one that really took her for who she is. I’m sure many others can say the same thing. Still haven’t really cried, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. But I’m starting to feel the  it more and more that you aren’t here which hurts.

 

Love Always ***Manta***

 
 

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Just when...


Just when I thought I've cried all my tears for you,
I found out that I have an endless supply.
You won't call me so we can talk about the
new Maxwell album coming out. And how long it's
gonna take for him to release the damn album!! grrr!
You won't be able to play your favorite songs for me.
And explain to me in great detail why it's your fav. 
And I'm still waiting for the CD that you said you were
making for me. I can only imagine what songs are on it and
why you chose them.  You won't be able to call me
and tell me what crazy things you did this summer.
I won't be able to call you and ask you how my sister
is doing and what she's really up to. lol!  I miss you! 
I only hope you knew how important you've been to me,
you are to me, how my life has changed because of you......
I'll keep my promise that I made to you long ago....

Love
~Kamela 

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Tuesday, July 1, 2008

"Mr. Telephone Man, There's Something Wrong with My Line"

he would have loved this even if sucked balls.

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3am and counting

every night since you died, i wake up at 3am.

each and every single night.

i stare at the ceiling, wondering if you are okay. imagining what you might be doing, or seeing, or who you are with, or if you are alone.

i pretend that i've died too, and that you are waiting to give me the grand tour of the other side. gloating over the fact that you know so much more than we do, the usual.

telling me come look at this, zaida, you're gonna love this shit.

i imagine what it must have felt like, as you lay there sleeping, and your heart stopped.

did you feel anything? were you standing in your room looking at your body, confused, like in the movies?

or did you get whisked away, like in all my dreams the three weeks after you died?

in my dreams you had went to bed, and fell asleep, and you closed your eyes, and when you opened your eyes, you woke up in a different place, a place you had never seen before, and you were so confused. you were totally like what the fuck? you were so very confused and frustrated. and when you got frustrated you got angry, but it was a sorrowful anger. like you knew what happened, but refused to accept it. you kept running your hand over your forehead and hair. your face would turn bright red, you were so flustered.

you, the traveler, were so lost.

and i watched you being lost. in those dreams i was the spirit and you were alive - alive on the other side in that strange place. and i hovered over you, watching you, unable to tell you where to go and what to do or why you were there and what happened.

i felt so helpless in those dreams, because i saw everything that was going to happen to you before it actually happened, and i couldnt warn you or tell you which turn to take, or what was going to happen to you, just around the corner.

maybe that's what's happening to you right now, bebe. maybe you are feeling helpless as well.

as you watch us struggle and cope and live and try to figure out how to manage. as we make bad choices, or even worse, when we dont choose at all. maybe you see where our path leads us, but all you can do is patiently wait until it's our time to see you again.

maybe you were meant to guide us, to be that bug in our ear, that inner voice, helping us get to where we need to be.

maybe you were born to learn all of our secrets, and force us and coerce us in the gentlest way possible, like you were known to do, and maybe you were sacrificed to become our angel, so that you can help us make better choices, or even better, choose to begin with.

all these weeks later, and im still full of maybe's.

keep watching over us, please. because i really believe that we can all feel you. at the strangest times, when we dont expect it.

and keep practicing - keep leaving your little reminders for us - while we just try to believe it's coincidence, as if that really exists.

we feel you. it's cool. we know what's up.

trust me.

because i trust you.

xx zaida xx

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