When the sun and the moon get together, it's going to be a good time...

Photo by Sound Cannon at Myspace.

This entry has been a little while coming. This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I think I'm ok to write about it now.

The Monday after everyone got back from the Wales coasteering trip, I woke up early to check my email before going to class. I got on Facebook and did the normal thing, y'know... and I saw a couple of guys I knew from high school talking on there about their old group of friends... and how much they'll miss him... and rest in peace...

I knew instantly who they must have been talking about. Zach. Zach, the singer of Sound Cannon. The same Zach who took me to the beach at midnight on my last day in Orlando. The Zach who was the Romeo to my Juliet in our 8th grade Shakespeare project, which sure gave us a lot of laughs in the last few months. The Zach who mailed letters to me here in London, the only one who's sent me any mail at all and promised to meet me at the airport as I came back.

My mom called later in the day and told me that Dad had found out certain things because he works at the police department down the street from Zach's house. Apparently, the morning of Friday the 13th the week before, he took his own life and left us for greater adventures.

I spent the rest of the day falling apart.

A couple of weeks later, things aren't as bad. I cried hard for a few days, but my teachers who know anything have been really understanding about me being a zombie in class. Tom looked after me during the worst days. Not really any of the other kids knew.

I've crammed most of my misery into my photography project. I changed my topic with about a month to go until the showing. I'll keep it a little secret until I share my photos on the blog. Needless to say, it will be a remembrance.

Rest in peace, little brother. I love you.