Oh mine beloved backpack, how I shall miss thee. I mourn your broken, tattered body. Thine noble blue canvas frayed, thine perennial zippers unzipped.
For eight long years you carried my books, my folders, my clothes, never wavering 'neath the load. Graduation was nigh, the end was in sight.
But alas, you could not endure unto it.
Fear not, dearest Jansport, for thine works shall be rewarded in the hereafter. Your youth shall be restored, thine zippers and canvas again made whole. Relieved of thine earthly hardships, you shall frolic with the Dakines and North Faces among the fields of backpack paradise.
I commend your life to the book bag deity.
I commit your body to the dumpster.
I feel like there should be a scripture reference after this passage. Either that or you are being very Jacky Faber-esk.
ReplyDeleteIf I said it once I've said it a million times...you should be a writer. I mean who else
ReplyDeletecould write a eulogy for a back pack that elicits so much emotion...sniff, sniff