P. J. was a faithful companion, who's life and death reminds us all how time waits for nothing and technology will press on. P. J.'s birth date is unknown, but I have known him a good nine years. He died August 2 of this year. Doctors are still unsure of what caused the death, but I afraid I know the answer. Dear friends, I stand before you guilty of having a part in the unfortunate event. Having forsaken P. J., I caused a sense of purposelessness in his life. He felt that he had played the part he was meant to, and was no longer needed in this world. I found him, dead, under some old school papers of mine. It was quite a shock to me, but his memory still lives in my heart. I buried him in my desk- I think he would have liked that. Someday, my grandchild will pull him out of the attic and see him, yellow and crumbling and faded. Then, I will tell them the story of Paper Journal, confident, friend, and travel sized notebook.
Now, a moment of silence for P. J.
Now my Blog would like to say something:
Hello, readers. I am THE BLOG. I am taking up the torch of P. J. and becoming Ms. Elliot's new writing companion. I also want to say that I was the one, though not intentionally, who killed P. J. I took his place, though I think it is for the best. We know he is in a better place, now.
Thank you Blog. You may all exit quietly and respectfully. Go and enjoy your notebooks while they still live. Do not make the same mistake I have. Thank you for listening- or rather, reading.
In mind, P. J. was a handsome black dog who loved back rubs. Then I thought he was a beetle, became rather worried about you, and then realized he was, in fact, a notebook, of which several have died at my hands.
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Yes, technology seems to rule these days! That was a great piece Lauren. You are so creative!
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Excuse me....I meant to say E.J.!!!
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