Twosday But You're Already Gone
Pick two people who are gone from your life for whatever reason. Things ended badly, or there was death and dying, or they're living in the wrong dimension... two people, who you want to see again. For whatever reason.
Then tell us who, and why.
It's not two people so much as one person and one dog. Did you really think I could do a question like this and not mention Scraps? He was my best friend for most of my childhood. And the way he died. . .it still hurts to think about it. If I could see him again, I'd pet him and call him a good dog and tell him how sorry I am he had to go like he did. Even if didn't understand, it would make me feel a lot better. And I'd be assured he's gone on to a better place.
The person I wouldn't mind seeing again is Barney Waterman. He was the son of one of the cannery workers, and he was a friend of mine when I was little -- the only human friend I had. We weren't particularly close, but sometimes he would come over to play, and we'd always have fun. But the minute we moved to our new mansion, he stopped coming over. I don't know if his family that stopped him or mine, but I think there was an unspoken agreement that he was now too "lower class" for us Van Dorts. I missed him terribly. And then, when I was ten, his father quit his job to work in another factory, and he moved away. . . I'd like to see him again, just to see how he is. To see if he remembers me.
Then tell us who, and why.
It's not two people so much as one person and one dog. Did you really think I could do a question like this and not mention Scraps? He was my best friend for most of my childhood. And the way he died. . .it still hurts to think about it. If I could see him again, I'd pet him and call him a good dog and tell him how sorry I am he had to go like he did. Even if didn't understand, it would make me feel a lot better. And I'd be assured he's gone on to a better place.
The person I wouldn't mind seeing again is Barney Waterman. He was the son of one of the cannery workers, and he was a friend of mine when I was little -- the only human friend I had. We weren't particularly close, but sometimes he would come over to play, and we'd always have fun. But the minute we moved to our new mansion, he stopped coming over. I don't know if his family that stopped him or mine, but I think there was an unspoken agreement that he was now too "lower class" for us Van Dorts. I missed him terribly. And then, when I was ten, his father quit his job to work in another factory, and he moved away. . . I'd like to see him again, just to see how he is. To see if he remembers me.