deep stuff

Two nights ago I went to a memorial for Don Clark Pearson, and it was a good experiance. Don was the cross country coach at East Chapel Hill high school, and went to Chapel Hill high school when he was younger. My Dad used to write about him in the Chapel Hill News. Don commited sucicide last summer. So, 2 days ago would have been Don's birthday, so we celebrated, had cake and told stories about Don. Now, as corny as it may sound it made me realize that life is short and you never relize when you are going to lose someone.
Also I was thinking about seeing as life is short, I should write about things that are more meaningful... If something were ever to happen to me and you were to read my journals,. you would find worthless shit about like guys I had crushes on in the 6th grade. Where as I want to let everyone know how much they mean to me, and about my life.
So, I"m gonna publish this and write the rest later because I already wrote everything out and it was erased when the computer messed up. :-( ok well peace, bernadette