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...Not of the good
May. 2nd, 2005 09:50 pmSo I was talking to my friend Julia today. We talked about some stuff and then somehow she started crying. I'm not good with crying people if I'm actually in the same place with them but it's even harder over the phone.
It was weird to her cry since I see her as a very strong a person and someone who puts me in-line when I side track and stuff. After I started deciphering the sobs, I figured out her mom has cancer and she found out friday from what I think I heard. (She was hard to understand with the crying and her phone was a little fuzzy sounding)
I'm pretty sure it was her mom with cancer because she was saying she's might be in the hospital during Mother's Day and was also saying she had been sick lately. (When I went to the Cherry Blossom with Julia and my other friends, she said her mom was sick but she didn't know that it was cancer yet)
I let her keep talking and answered whenever I could figure out what to say AND understand what she actually said... I think I helped. She went on saying how her school friends wouldn't really understand as well as I would or any of her other friends out of school. (Well, except for our mutual friend, Blair, who goes to her school but she takes things to extremes and Julia didn't want to deal with that) I understand what she means. There are things that I don't think my school friends would understand as well as my camp friends would.
After a while I tried to relate with her by telling her I know, in a way, what she's going through because my dad has HIV which is doesn't have a cure just like cancer doesn't either but I don't remember my father very well and although I saw him last summer in Italy, I can't really say I would care very much if he died. (I'm not trying to sound heartless. He cheated on my mother so he got himself into his own mess but he doesn't even seem repentive and still is rude to mother although she gave him to help support him. Stupid bastard.)
Soon Julia calmed down a bit and I joked a bit and I have a feeling made her a smile bit, so I did some good. Her life is falling part bit by bit and she has a report for school she hasn't started. The way she sounded, I don't think she was emotionally ready to go to school tomorrow. I hope everything gets better in her life so during my 6th period, Cunningham's class, I'm going to ask for the class to pray for her and her family.
It was weird to her cry since I see her as a very strong a person and someone who puts me in-line when I side track and stuff. After I started deciphering the sobs, I figured out her mom has cancer and she found out friday from what I think I heard. (She was hard to understand with the crying and her phone was a little fuzzy sounding)
I'm pretty sure it was her mom with cancer because she was saying she's might be in the hospital during Mother's Day and was also saying she had been sick lately. (When I went to the Cherry Blossom with Julia and my other friends, she said her mom was sick but she didn't know that it was cancer yet)
I let her keep talking and answered whenever I could figure out what to say AND understand what she actually said... I think I helped. She went on saying how her school friends wouldn't really understand as well as I would or any of her other friends out of school. (Well, except for our mutual friend, Blair, who goes to her school but she takes things to extremes and Julia didn't want to deal with that) I understand what she means. There are things that I don't think my school friends would understand as well as my camp friends would.
After a while I tried to relate with her by telling her I know, in a way, what she's going through because my dad has HIV which is doesn't have a cure just like cancer doesn't either but I don't remember my father very well and although I saw him last summer in Italy, I can't really say I would care very much if he died. (I'm not trying to sound heartless. He cheated on my mother so he got himself into his own mess but he doesn't even seem repentive and still is rude to mother although she gave him to help support him. Stupid bastard.)
Soon Julia calmed down a bit and I joked a bit and I have a feeling made her a smile bit, so I did some good. Her life is falling part bit by bit and she has a report for school she hasn't started. The way she sounded, I don't think she was emotionally ready to go to school tomorrow. I hope everything gets better in her life so during my 6th period, Cunningham's class, I'm going to ask for the class to pray for her and her family.
