Almost Tuesday... Almost Happy.

Well, Tuesday is tomorrow, and normally that would be cause for celebration.

But tomorrow is cause for a completely different type of celebration, a celebration of life and memory.

On September 21, 2012, a boy named Luc DeVeau died.

Forever sixteen.

Home at last.

The last few days of school have been messy, tears and beauty.

The tears are for Luc, mainly the class of 2014 is heartbroken. Luc was a genuine nice guy. I honestly don't know anyone who didn't like him. He's going to be missed for a long time coming. But the beauty is it's own special kind. It's the sense of community, the love intertwined with pain. It's truly wonderful that someone could love someone so deeply to be so upset over their passing. 

While I don't understand some of Luc's choices, I respect the fact that he had the right to make them, even if they did ultimately lead to his demise.

He was a great person, but in way to deep with some things way over his head.

Thursday is his memorial, I'm still debating if I should go or not. Yes, I did know him. I don't want to be one of the people who just goes to skip class.He deserves more than that.

I guess that the moral of the story is to keep each other safe and to love one another. Luc's sudden passing reminds us all of how precious life is. You never know when it's your time. Live life with no regrets and never, never, never go to bed angry. I know I won't. I would be an insult to his memory.

~E