Shayne, Remembered
“I remember being a child and learning in social studies that in ancient times girls were often plucked out of their lives and burned on an altar to appease the gods. And I remember thinking how lucky I was that I didn't live in those days.
Now I am old, and I think, only the altar has changed. Kids are still being plucked out of their lives and sacrificed...”
I found that quote in one of the millions of articles written about the death of Shayne Cabino. For those of you who aren't from Franklin, Shayne was a 19-year-old guy from Franklin who died in Iraq on October 6th. I knew Shayne all throughout middle school and highschool, but I knew him the best in 6th grade when we were "friends." Shayne was my first real kiss. I haven't spoken to him in years, but I just think that it's really sad to have known someone and been friends with them at some point in your life and now know that you'll never be able to catch up with them again. At first I was sort of indifferent, but the more I thought about it and the more it hit me, the more depressed I got. Yesterday was his funeral, which was huge and all over the news, and I didn't go. I really wish I had gone because I feel like it would have sort of closed a chapter for me. Chelven, Jeremy's roommate, grew up with Shayne and is good friends with Billy Cabino, so Chelven went and we talked about it and whatnot which was nice. I'm sad for Chelven, and all of Shayne's family and friends. Most of all though, I'm angry. I think the quote that I put at the top really sums up why I'm mad. This shouldn't happen.
Now I am old, and I think, only the altar has changed. Kids are still being plucked out of their lives and sacrificed...”
I found that quote in one of the millions of articles written about the death of Shayne Cabino. For those of you who aren't from Franklin, Shayne was a 19-year-old guy from Franklin who died in Iraq on October 6th. I knew Shayne all throughout middle school and highschool, but I knew him the best in 6th grade when we were "friends." Shayne was my first real kiss. I haven't spoken to him in years, but I just think that it's really sad to have known someone and been friends with them at some point in your life and now know that you'll never be able to catch up with them again. At first I was sort of indifferent, but the more I thought about it and the more it hit me, the more depressed I got. Yesterday was his funeral, which was huge and all over the news, and I didn't go. I really wish I had gone because I feel like it would have sort of closed a chapter for me. Chelven, Jeremy's roommate, grew up with Shayne and is good friends with Billy Cabino, so Chelven went and we talked about it and whatnot which was nice. I'm sad for Chelven, and all of Shayne's family and friends. Most of all though, I'm angry. I think the quote that I put at the top really sums up why I'm mad. This shouldn't happen.