a coupla years ago the boy and i were dj's at my friend's wedding. they did it super diy style, she knitted her own dress, and it was a really lovely time. i've known her since high school, and her guy was totally perfect for her. somehow they were able to be an obviously happy and contented couple without doing the kinda weird/gross stuff that some couples do in public to sorta prove how happy they are.
he had a rare genetic disease that caused massive amounts of internal bleeding whenever he hurt himself, or sometimes for no apparent reason at all. and he passed away early friday morning. she says they knew it would happen someday, but i can only imagine that doesn't provide any comfort. she's incredibly strong, and smart, and will probably do all the right things, like going to a therapist and not isolating herself, which is what i did when my dad died years ago.
anyway, in a thank you note for the wedding dj stuff, she wrote that life is too short to not hang out more. and it's weird that that's all i can think about now, even though it was more or less a joke on her part.
he had a rare genetic disease that caused massive amounts of internal bleeding whenever he hurt himself, or sometimes for no apparent reason at all. and he passed away early friday morning. she says they knew it would happen someday, but i can only imagine that doesn't provide any comfort. she's incredibly strong, and smart, and will probably do all the right things, like going to a therapist and not isolating herself, which is what i did when my dad died years ago.
anyway, in a thank you note for the wedding dj stuff, she wrote that life is too short to not hang out more. and it's weird that that's all i can think about now, even though it was more or less a joke on her part.
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i think i might hold off for the mad decent block party.
i'm going to camp bisco the week before pitchfork.
i miss chicago.