Crying:
She cried. The tears streaming down her face. Why? Why could this have happened? Why had happened? Was it revenge? Why? Why? Why?
He had been only in his 40s. Only in his 40s or 50s and his life was taken. Why? This was no suicide. No, nothing like that. But yet, he was dead. He should have had 30 or 40 more years to live, but no. He was denied that.
And how? How had it happened? He had been playing golf. Afterward, he was to have gone to his son's game.
But…. He didn't show up.
They went to the golf course, where he'd been last. They found his clubs, by a small pond, 4 ft deep of water.
It couldn't be, could it? How could he have drowned there? The water was only 4 ft deep! But they had to look.
They found it. His body.
So how did that happen? Maybe he had a stoke, and fell in unconscious. Maybe, he felt a need to lie down and rolled in. Maybe… maybe… no one knows. Maybe we don't need to know any farther than, he's gone.
He was gone. So quick, so fast. Just like that. He's gone.
It was unexpected. He wasn't a cancer victim. This was out of the blue. Why him? Why him?
The girl cried. One of her best friend's father had just died. She hadn't seen or spoken with her friend since hearing the tragic news. She was becoming phobic. Almost scared of water. She was also slightly depressed.
She hadn't known the man well. She'd never even met him. But knowing that her friend, would have to live without a father, was almost unbarable.
She cried, thanking all the gods for what she had, and mourning what her friend now did not. She cried, for all the other children whose fathers had left them. She cried, rain pouring down her face.
Once the rain had comforted her. But now, it would sadden her. The rain would remind her. It was water after all. Water, so necessary, but yet, lethal.
She cried, letting all her emotions pour out of her soul.
Confusion engulfed her. She didn't know what to think. How do you confront an idea like that? She went around school as if she didn't know that this had come to pass… But it was horribly true. So terrifyingly close. No one else knew what she was really going through except for those few who knew that same person or knew that same kind of pain. But most did not know. Did not know at all. She was not willing to tell, to divulge another's loss for that would make it even more real. She didn't want sympathy. People saying 'are you crying?' 'Are you ok?' She didn't like being in the center of attention like that. No attention actually.
She let her thoughts wander freely, staring out at the lake; no tears left to shed; feeling so empty and alone; and so emotionless all of a sudden.
Yes… my friend did loose her dad… My confusion is here… And I know it's crap. Don't tell me that because I know. I just… needed to write it somehow… and posting it, just gives me some satisfaction. Its just one of those things. No use writing something if no one can read it in my opinion. Well, some things are private… but I needed to just say something! Anything!