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and it's so hard... to say goodbye... to my homies...

I know I haven't written in a while, but there was just some things I wanted to talk about.

My friend Fitzy passed away last week. I couldn't believe it when my friend called me at work Friday afternoon and told me. At first I thought it was a joke (not funny at all), but she said she was for real, he's really gone. I guess I had it in the back of my mind that it could still be a joke until Monday, when I saw his obituary in the paper. It was so weird to see his picture there. 21 years old, that's way too young. I went to the wake yesterday, there were so many people there, he was the type of kid that everyone knew and loved. I will never forget the moment I walked in and saw him. I couldn't believe it was really him, lying in that casket. I saw so many of my close friends break down and cry. The most macho and strongest guys I know couldn't hold it in. I don't think there was a dry eye in the place.
Today was the funeral, same as yesterday pretty much. Sooo many people. So many young men and women not knowing what to think or how to be. So many questions. Why did this have to happen? Why Fitz? The funeral is supposed to bring closure, yet I still feel like there should be more. How can this really be the last time we get to see him? Our last goodbye. What an emotional week it has been. Things will get better though. Time heals all wounds, or it's supposed to anyways.


We will never die alone
Juggalos will carry on
Swing our hatchets if we must
Each and every one of us
We will never die alone
Juggalos will carry on
Swing our hatchets if we must
Each and every one of us
We will never die alone
Juggalos will carry on
Swing our hatchets if we must
Each and every one of us


R.I.P. Fitzy

Mike Fitzgerald
June 4, 1983 - April 8, 2005
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