Dear journal,
I didn’t get good news today. Actually it was very bad news I wish I couldn’t have gotten. When Finny fell in the hallway he had broken his leg again. We weren’t allowed to see him for a while. I got a note today to bring his Finny’s things to the infirmary. Finny told me he believes in the war now. Since Finny found out about what really happened that day when he fell off of the limb he’s mad. He is mad but he accepts it and doesn’t get mad at me and I’m really happy about that. I just wanted to stay friends with him but I was worried on how he was going to feel about the entire situation. “After lunch I walked back to the dormitory with Brinker” (Gene, pg 184) I have been spending more time with Brinker now that Finny is back in the hospital. I just got the worst news and I don’t know what to do. I just went to visit Finny and the doctors told me he had died. Bone marrow had gotten into his blood stream and stopped his heart. He was my best friend. I don’t cry at the funeral or anything. I think this is because since he was so close to me I feel like a part of me is dead, and dead people don’t cry.
I didn’t get good news today. Actually it was very bad news I wish I couldn’t have gotten. When Finny fell in the hallway he had broken his leg again. We weren’t allowed to see him for a while. I got a note today to bring his Finny’s things to the infirmary. Finny told me he believes in the war now. Since Finny found out about what really happened that day when he fell off of the limb he’s mad. He is mad but he accepts it and doesn’t get mad at me and I’m really happy about that. I just wanted to stay friends with him but I was worried on how he was going to feel about the entire situation. “After lunch I walked back to the dormitory with Brinker” (Gene, pg 184) I have been spending more time with Brinker now that Finny is back in the hospital. I just got the worst news and I don’t know what to do. I just went to visit Finny and the doctors told me he had died. Bone marrow had gotten into his blood stream and stopped his heart. He was my best friend. I don’t cry at the funeral or anything. I think this is because since he was so close to me I feel like a part of me is dead, and dead people don’t cry.
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