Memories of him

Its quiet moments like this that i hate; sitting in the bus coming back from soccer, only my thoughts to think. My heart race and i feel sick to my stomach.

The memories of him, the detail of his memory slowly beginning to fade but will never fully disappear some im glad about but some im not. Some i wish could never have happened. Although that was in the past my mind always wants to remember that fateful day.

And the memory of him saying

"You've been blessed by the Holy Bible" plays over in my head.

But also "How didnt I notice?"