RIP Andy Filson
Sunday night I found out my roommate had died in a car accident. While this isn't my first brush with death...it is my first brush with the death of a friend who was so young. He was only 22. I don't think it's hit any of us yet. Andy was always on the go, away for awhile helping his grandparents, visiting his mom or dad or uncle, and coming back. He said he was going to be coming back more regualarly. He had been planning a camping trip with us.
I feel really guilty. There's too much unfinished business. I feel like an ass for having roommate squabbles...because honestly, once you asked him to do something, he would get around to it, unlike some roommates I've had. I feel like an ass because when two guys came over, and Steve answered the door, and when they said to call Andy's dad, we didn't take it seriously. They never said why to call of course, but we should've taken it seriously. We didn't know what was going on.
It's not fair either. He was a really careful driver, he always wore his seatbelt and he would never drive drunk. I know too many idiots who do drive drunk and get away with it. Something happened with the tires on the car. I hope that tire company goes under...not that it will really bring him back though.
I wish I had told him what a great guy he was. I'm not sure we ever really let him know. The last thing I remember about him was him playing a computer game and getting stuck with a lame character...that and he had been looking so forward to last weekend.
I didn't want to go to work or calc but I did. Everyone went to their respective jobs, and I'm sure none of us wanted to. Some of us drank killer bees, one of Andy's favorite drinks, in honor of him last night. No one wanted to go to sleep or think about next morning. His other friends, or family have stopped by occassionally. I feel really bad for them and hope they will be okay.
It's still not real to me I don't think. I still keep thinking he's going to come back and want to go on that camping trip, telling stories of how he got stranded somewhere.
The funeral's Friday and I need to get out of a test somehow...I hope my calc teacher will be understanding. Or maybe the funeral will be after the test. I really want to go, especially because I feel like I have so much unfinished business. I feel like I shouldn't have been so hard on him. You sure as hell don't know what you got until it's gone.
I feel really guilty. There's too much unfinished business. I feel like an ass for having roommate squabbles...because honestly, once you asked him to do something, he would get around to it, unlike some roommates I've had. I feel like an ass because when two guys came over, and Steve answered the door, and when they said to call Andy's dad, we didn't take it seriously. They never said why to call of course, but we should've taken it seriously. We didn't know what was going on.
It's not fair either. He was a really careful driver, he always wore his seatbelt and he would never drive drunk. I know too many idiots who do drive drunk and get away with it. Something happened with the tires on the car. I hope that tire company goes under...not that it will really bring him back though.
I wish I had told him what a great guy he was. I'm not sure we ever really let him know. The last thing I remember about him was him playing a computer game and getting stuck with a lame character...that and he had been looking so forward to last weekend.
I didn't want to go to work or calc but I did. Everyone went to their respective jobs, and I'm sure none of us wanted to. Some of us drank killer bees, one of Andy's favorite drinks, in honor of him last night. No one wanted to go to sleep or think about next morning. His other friends, or family have stopped by occassionally. I feel really bad for them and hope they will be okay.
It's still not real to me I don't think. I still keep thinking he's going to come back and want to go on that camping trip, telling stories of how he got stranded somewhere.
The funeral's Friday and I need to get out of a test somehow...I hope my calc teacher will be understanding. Or maybe the funeral will be after the test. I really want to go, especially because I feel like I have so much unfinished business. I feel like I shouldn't have been so hard on him. You sure as hell don't know what you got until it's gone.