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I found this in an earlier entry. I'm re-posting bits and pieces of that entry in honor of Maggie Lynch, a classmate of mine who, like my cousin, did not deserve death at such an early age.
Everyone can relate to death; we see it on television, we read about it in the newspaper, we think about it nearly everyday. But it is when you are forced against any will to say goodbye to somebody you love is when you truly experience it. My cousin, Bryan, was killed in a car accident on his way home from a party this past weekend. Sure, alcohol and speed were devastating factors, but it was his mistake in judgement that brought him to the ultimate. He was on his way to the Navy and there were high hopes for his future. But in that split second not long enough to even blink, everything was taken away from him.
Since learning of the incident, I have been convincing myself that it is simply a horrible misconception. Maybe something awful did happen, but he's recovering in the hospital and it will only be a matter of days until I can listen to his voice or read his IMs. Maybe it is simply a joke and in a few minutes he'll call me and apologize for another one of his silly pranks. Or maybe, just maybe, this is all a dream.
But it isn't a dream; it's a NIGHTMARE. The only way I can hear his voice now is to call his cell phone and wait for his voicemail message to play: "Yooo, it's Bryan, you know what to do." The only way I can read one of his IMs is to converse with the auto-response still lingering beside his screenname: "out for the night, hit me up."
So, what is death? Is it a reality check for us all? How can something so awful affect the lives of beautiful, genuine people? Why did it have to strike Bryan? Why take somebody so young, somebody full of promise? Somebody whose parents are still waiting for his return home? Somebody who touched more lives than he ever knew possible.
RIP Bryan and Maggie -- You're in our hearts.
Everyone can relate to death; we see it on television, we read about it in the newspaper, we think about it nearly everyday. But it is when you are forced against any will to say goodbye to somebody you love is when you truly experience it. My cousin, Bryan, was killed in a car accident on his way home from a party this past weekend. Sure, alcohol and speed were devastating factors, but it was his mistake in judgement that brought him to the ultimate. He was on his way to the Navy and there were high hopes for his future. But in that split second not long enough to even blink, everything was taken away from him.
Since learning of the incident, I have been convincing myself that it is simply a horrible misconception. Maybe something awful did happen, but he's recovering in the hospital and it will only be a matter of days until I can listen to his voice or read his IMs. Maybe it is simply a joke and in a few minutes he'll call me and apologize for another one of his silly pranks. Or maybe, just maybe, this is all a dream.
But it isn't a dream; it's a NIGHTMARE. The only way I can hear his voice now is to call his cell phone and wait for his voicemail message to play: "Yooo, it's Bryan, you know what to do." The only way I can read one of his IMs is to converse with the auto-response still lingering beside his screenname: "out for the night, hit me up."
So, what is death? Is it a reality check for us all? How can something so awful affect the lives of beautiful, genuine people? Why did it have to strike Bryan? Why take somebody so young, somebody full of promise? Somebody whose parents are still waiting for his return home? Somebody who touched more lives than he ever knew possible.
RIP Bryan and Maggie -- You're in our hearts.