Yesterday marked the anniversary of a tragic day.
May 18, 2006, Michael Burrhus died in a motorcycle accident.
He went to be with Jesus.
That man.. even though I was only 11 when he died..
I had known him since I was three.
He made a huge impact on my life.
He was very special.
On vital thing that his death taught me, was to appreciate what I have, because you never know when it might be taken away.
I pray that I never make that mistake.
In other news:
Today is Micah's high school graduation.. and I won't be there.
You might ask?
Because I'm grounded, cuz I didn't get all my school done :/ .
I'm beyond pissed at myself..
I'm his girlfriend.
I should be there!
I won't be.
I will be stuck at home working on school.