Single, Sarcastic, and Spectacular in FL

A 20-something grad student's rants about life and finding a man.

Thursday, November 20, 2008

I just took my friend to the airport. Her grandfather died last Sunday night. When her mom called her with the news, my friend (J) was at a club in South Beach, drunk, and didn't really know what to do. She told me later that she just went and had a couple more shots and tried to dance the phone call away. I didn't really know what to say when she told me that. But, then again, I have no idea what I would have done if I was in that situation. It's terrible, but really there's nothing else you could do besides go home and cry. The funeral is tomorrow and she hates to fly alone. When I dropped her off at the gate, she looked at me and said, "I feel so weird. I don't know what I'm doing." I told her it was probably because she had so many emotions running through her now and when she got home and was with her family, she would be able to sort through her feelings better. She seemed fine about her grandfather, though. He had been terminally ill for a couple of years. Still, I always worry about J because she lost her father when she was 16 and I just think anyone who has gone through something like that probably has somewhat unstable emotions. Her dad went to work one morning like nothing was wrong and then a couple hours later he was dead; an aneurysm. Sometimes I feel bad talking to her about my dad because of how close we are. I'm just trying to be a good friend. Sometimes I feel like a sucky friend because I like to do things how I want and when I want, but I'm in my early twenties so I think now is the time to be a little selfish. I hope J is okay. I'll be thinking about her and her family today.

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