To The People I’ve Forgotten
So, yesterday, I was on my way up to Wittenberg where I was in desperate need of getting a few things done—dropping/adding a class for the summer, getting my things ready to move from my house to another apartment on campus, and casually closing out a ridiculously high bar tab. However, something happened when I was at my house that I never saw coming, nor really thought I would ever do. I wasn’t having the greatest day, and yes, I know it’s summer, but sadness can follow anyone, anywhere. I needed a moment in between the moving and gathering of my things, so I walked over to my desk in my room, felt it’s smooth edges, and sat down. I remember just staring at the ceiling for a couple minutes before I looked down and saw a framed picture from when I was in about seventh grade. From left-to-right in the picture goes me, my step mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, and then their three kids (Wil, Caroline, and Peter). In front of all of us are my gra...