beautiful disaster

Mr. Bierfeldt died, former and may i say excellent principal of sullivan middle school.
i wanted to badly to go to his wake. he was such a good man, hardworking, knew everyone, cared about everyone, very intelligent.
my mom and i decided to go, even though it was my mom's birthday and i realize that's horribly depressing to do on your birthday.
we get in the car. drive to grove street. and the traffic is heavy.
turning the corner, we see a line of people standing outside of the funeral parlor.
and down the steps.
and onto the sidewalk.
and down the street,
and around the corner.
and down the next street.
and on and on.

that line would have been minimum three hours to just reach the funeral parlor's door.
if it was any other night, i would have froze my bum off in my heels and skirt.
but i couldn't tonight. but i tried.

i'm really glad that someone who is so deserving is so obviously appreciated. although it may have taken death for him to be recognized fully, its nice to see that so many people care.

and it made me realize something.
i'm only seventeen. i have a million things to do in my life. but i wanted to honor this person's life.
and for that, i thank my family. my family has raised me well. i dont even know who i would be without them. especially my mother, whose birthday is today. and i really love her and she does everything for me, even goes with me to a wake on her birthday.

hopefully i'll make it to the funeral tomorrow.
rest in peace, mr. bierfeldt.

and happy birthday mom..