I went to Wes' funeral last night. It was comforting having it at the church I go to, knowing familiar faces were around me. But I guess that's how we met. I remember the first time I ever actually talked to him, it was on a youth mission trip I attended the summer before my totally messed up sophmore year. We were painting houses and such for the
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R.I.P Weston Griggs
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Please, don't worry about it. I'm not even mad anymore (I forgot what really happened in the first place)... I totally understand. I saw how hurt you were in the lunchroom on Friday while I was waiting to get out of the cafeteria ^_^' I know it took something to leave a comment in my LJ, and I respect it. I means alot to me, and even more because I wouldn't have had the balls to do it myself. Thanks so much Kim.
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bye bye.
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