a very sad thing.
I friend of mine from work was in a horrible car accident on Friday night. Bronson was 20 and his 17 year old cousin was in the car as well. I came to work Saturday morning to find no one there until my manager finally showed up half drunk. He wrote the news down on a note, not telling me if he was ok or not. He wouldn't tell me for a good hour or two. I was so pissed off at Bronson because I know how he drives, "Bronson and that fucking Spyder, he is such an idiot" was all I could say. Finally we found out Bronson was dead. His 17 year old cousin was also dead (far too young to die). I had seen him only the day before and didn't even say bye to him because I was too worried about my own paycheck being deposited. This morning was the hardest because he and Heather are my Sunday morning people, I always look forward to Sunday mornings. Bronson would always be there before I was (and I am always early). He would wait so we could walk up to the departures terminal together. I pulled into our parking lot looking to see if he was there, as if someone were misinformed or it was just a bad dream. Of course, no one was misinformed (Heather is his neighbor and was home when the cops showed up at Bronson's Uncle's house Note:: they don't do death notices over the phone, always in person). Heather came into work today and the first 2 hours were dead silence. Basically, I am happy to be alive but sad that I will never see Bronson again because he was one of my favorite people. And also, you should really be nice to everyone because one day they may not be there and you will feel really shitty. Alot of people would make fun of Bronson and the more they made fun of him the more he tried to fit in. He was a genuinely good person. Alot of people I work with will probably be feeling really shitty for a while.