I had this dream that I found the Facebook of a loved one who died in 2009. The page hadn't been updated since we were 14. I was watching that page and I read all the things he put down there. It was like a child had written it, it was so adorable to read. It's really funny that I had that dream, funny in a strange way. Yesterday I found out his sports club had erased the last few traces of him from their website. If you Google his name, the only thing you might find is a page from my old high school that said he graduated. Well, it doesn't make him any deader. It's a pity, yes, but it's not a disaster.
Edit: he's still on their website, they've just moved him to another part of the site.
I was sitting outside the classroom waiting to go in, and I saw an airplane hit the tower. The TV was obviously on. I used to fly myself and I said, "There's one terrible pilot."
- George W. Bush -