I have tried to write this post several times this week, for some reason the words never sound right. So instead I will just tell the story, my story about a friend. Not just any friend, but someone who I hold close to my heart and I know I'm not the only one. For those of you who have been reading my blog from the beginning you know him too. He is an A in many of my stories. He was an avid reader of my blog, often commenting on my ridiculous stories and random musings.
I awoke especially early Monday morning, groggy and half alive to a blaring alarm. I set the alarm the night before in hopes to catch A online before his Monday was over. As I rolled over to shut the alarm on my phone off I saw I had a message. Bleary eyed I squinted to make out the message. It was from C...it read: A is dead.
A is for Adrian. Adrian, this is my letter to you...
I awoke especially early Monday morning, groggy and half alive to a blaring alarm. I set the alarm the night before in hopes to catch A online before his Monday was over. As I rolled over to shut the alarm on my phone off I saw I had a message. Bleary eyed I squinted to make out the message. It was from C...it read: A is dead.
A is for Adrian. Adrian, this is my letter to you...