Our high school receives annual grants to put on a presentation about the dangers of drinking and driving. It's a pretty big deal and even involves LifeFlight airlifting 'accident victims' as part of the show. Last night, Bonnie mentioned that this is being performed on her birthday, and that she is going to be the one dying. Her friends want me to be the grieving parent.
This is such an important message to get across, that I'm honored to be asked. I'm sure I could be convincing, as every time I even think about it, I start bawling. Am I ridiculous or what? I couldn't sleep last night, I cried the whole time in the shower this morning, sniffled my way to work...my face is getting hot just typing this. I hate that Bonnie is even pretending to die. Yikes, tears again. Sheesh.
No comments:
Post a Comment