Maybe God realized I wasn't buying into Judaism anymore. Maybe he realized I stopped believing. Maybe it was all a lie.
God let me down after I got barmitzvahed, and Whizzer still sadly passed. I knew it was a stretch to ask God for this, but I still had some faith. But now? Now, I don't think I could ever beileve in something that let me down in such a big way.
So when I ended up praying for Whizzer to come back, I don't know what I was expecting. I said I would become a better Jew if I could get my friend back. That I would stop being unsportsmanslike at baseball. That I would be less of a pain to my mom. But it didn't work.
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the five stages of grief ⇒ falsettos | ✔️ #Wattys2018
Fanfiction≫ the five stages of grief: a falsettos fanfiction ≪ we all grieve in different ways but after whizzer's funeral, marvin begins what mendel calls "the five stages of grief." get ready for an experience like no other in falsettoland. ♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎ ≫ a...
