My Balloon
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so today is my cousins birthday. he is 28. his name is Devon. i remember when i was younger we lived in the same trailer park. i would go over to his house all the time. he would let me play his video games becuase we never had them much at my house. im sure i looked up to him a lot when i was young. i really dont remember too much though.
right now, my aunt terry (Devon's mom) and my aunt debbie are over, we are sort of celebrating Devon's bday. and actually tomorrow we are having a party for him. its a "Garden Party". there is a Garden at my Aunt Terry's that is dedicated to him, and tomorrow we are letting balloons go at the party. Inside the balloons each person is putting a piece of paper with something written to/for him, anything you want. it should be a good time.
The thing is, Devon died 10 years ago. he was 18, and the doctors didnt diagnose his symptons correctly. they let him out of the hospital when they shouldnt have, his blood pressure was sky-high. i remember the story. it was a semi-hot day when he was working on his car, bent down underneath the steering column. he was fixing something. when he stood up to take a break and get some air, it was his last breath. he passed out, his heart stopped, and he died right there on the concrete.
its amazing how little you can know or remember about a person but still feel very connected and close to them. i even remember the day when i was told of his death. we were at the bank, i was in the front seat, my older sister in the back (it was my turn to have shotgun)...my mom was pulling up to the atm and she told us. my sister started crying, and i forced out a cry. i was pretty young still, and unsure about the tradgey of death. but i guess i felt it was the right thing to do. to cry for him.
im not a very religous person. actually i hate talking about religion. it makes me uncomfortable. but im sure Devon is in heaven. im sure tomorrow he will be there celebrating with everyone.
im going to miss the balloon ceremony, so here i felt i have to get this out there. here it is:
"Devon, I don't remember too many specific details about our relationship. But I do remember that you were a great guy. I looked up to you, and still would if you were here today. I do miss you. I miss having you around to play video games with. I miss having you as my older brother that I never had and could have grown up with. I wish we could have spent more of our years together. I wish you could be here, now, celebrating with us, so you could see what I've become. So I could know I've made my older brother proud."
so today is my cousins birthday. he is 28. his name is Devon. i remember when i was younger we lived in the same trailer park. i would go over to his house all the time. he would let me play his video games becuase we never had them much at my house. im sure i looked up to him a lot when i was young. i really dont remember too much though.
right now, my aunt terry (Devon's mom) and my aunt debbie are over, we are sort of celebrating Devon's bday. and actually tomorrow we are having a party for him. its a "Garden Party". there is a Garden at my Aunt Terry's that is dedicated to him, and tomorrow we are letting balloons go at the party. Inside the balloons each person is putting a piece of paper with something written to/for him, anything you want. it should be a good time.
The thing is, Devon died 10 years ago. he was 18, and the doctors didnt diagnose his symptons correctly. they let him out of the hospital when they shouldnt have, his blood pressure was sky-high. i remember the story. it was a semi-hot day when he was working on his car, bent down underneath the steering column. he was fixing something. when he stood up to take a break and get some air, it was his last breath. he passed out, his heart stopped, and he died right there on the concrete.
its amazing how little you can know or remember about a person but still feel very connected and close to them. i even remember the day when i was told of his death. we were at the bank, i was in the front seat, my older sister in the back (it was my turn to have shotgun)...my mom was pulling up to the atm and she told us. my sister started crying, and i forced out a cry. i was pretty young still, and unsure about the tradgey of death. but i guess i felt it was the right thing to do. to cry for him.
im not a very religous person. actually i hate talking about religion. it makes me uncomfortable. but im sure Devon is in heaven. im sure tomorrow he will be there celebrating with everyone.
im going to miss the balloon ceremony, so here i felt i have to get this out there. here it is:
"Devon, I don't remember too many specific details about our relationship. But I do remember that you were a great guy. I looked up to you, and still would if you were here today. I do miss you. I miss having you around to play video games with. I miss having you as my older brother that I never had and could have grown up with. I wish we could have spent more of our years together. I wish you could be here, now, celebrating with us, so you could see what I've become. So I could know I've made my older brother proud."