Angel Colin
I met a guy named Eduardo Martel on a Fresno city bus when I was 16. He was the raving guy who kept talking about God. He started in the front of the bus and when each passenger got off he moved towards the back until he reached me. I got him to shut up by giving him my house number; he would never reach me because I was never home. I was too young and trusting at the time to think of giving him the wrong number.
I never suspected he would reach my schizophrenic sister who was on a god kick at the time until one day I saw him there, at my house talking about God with her. They REALLY hit it off. Not too long later she got pregnant by him and Angel was born.
I received a call this morning at 5:30 from my sister at the hospital. he had chest pains yesterday and they called an ambulance this morning, he didn't make it to the hospital though, He died in my fathers arms. Angel died today from a heart attack at 16 years old. He was born with a heart condition and has had a few heart surgeries. He liked Black Ops and a dance called Jerking; I know it as break dancing. He could never dance or play with the other kids without getting scolded because we all knew he could hurt himself. He was happy when he got to dance. He listened to metal and was learning to play electric guitar on his own but always seemed to break the high E string and thought the guitar was broken after that. Lol
I'll drive down there after work today for my mother. She raised him as my sister was incapable of doing so. I loved him very much. I will miss his smart ass remarks.
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