value.

they say you never value something until it has finally slipped from your fingers.i believe that. a student here in school died yesterday. in the hallway i heard friends, and "friends" whisper about fond memories and rumored causes. they say he killed himself. they say he died because of the pressure. they say they say...

i dont really know who he was, what his life was like. i dont even know if our paths crossed or if my eyes ever laid eyes on him. what i do know was he was loved. as the mass continued many people had tears in their eyes. the family, berieved, sat in the corner in stoic silence. too many emotions swirled around the chapel and the silence...it was deafening.

as people rushed out of the wake you could see the change on their faces. death does that i guess. death makes you realize there still is something worth doing.there is value in the worthless.