Three very nice lads
After waiting a week I have decided to post about the thing I couldn't post about before. (I've always believed that history can go back a week and if it went back before it would never have happened)
My sister's boyfriend was killed in a car crash.
I heard the news on Thursday morning and said one word: God. Being me I was not affected at all. My sister came home and refused to go into her room unless everything that she got from him or reminded her of him was taken out of it. This took quite a while, they had been going out for three years and were engaged for one of those years. Until he cheated on her and she gave him the ring back. Recently they'd got back together.
I was looking for the cat in her room when I found the pictures. Photos of her and him and him and the two others that were killed as well. (It was a head-on collision with a land rover) Still, sitting there looking at the pictures of three nineteen year olds who are now dead did not affect me very much. I'd never known them. One has been hanging around my house for the past three years but I barely talked to him.
I never realised that it would be such big news. It was front page of the local papers twice and on NorthWest Tonight as well as Border news and of course, being here everyone knew. Everyone was so impressed when I said I had known one. Everyone knew a person whose sister's friend used to know them or whose mother's boss sat next to a crying girl on the plane (she was the girlfriend of one of them, don't you know)
I read one of the articles (the one with the picture) and I cried. I suddenly thought that I was sitting where he had been sitting just a few weeks ago. It hit. Although the most common word used to describe him in the tribute was 'sensible'.
And I have a dead boy's phone number on my phone. I don't want to delete it but I can't just keep it. What do I do?
My sister's boyfriend was killed in a car crash.
I heard the news on Thursday morning and said one word: God. Being me I was not affected at all. My sister came home and refused to go into her room unless everything that she got from him or reminded her of him was taken out of it. This took quite a while, they had been going out for three years and were engaged for one of those years. Until he cheated on her and she gave him the ring back. Recently they'd got back together.
I was looking for the cat in her room when I found the pictures. Photos of her and him and him and the two others that were killed as well. (It was a head-on collision with a land rover) Still, sitting there looking at the pictures of three nineteen year olds who are now dead did not affect me very much. I'd never known them. One has been hanging around my house for the past three years but I barely talked to him.
I never realised that it would be such big news. It was front page of the local papers twice and on NorthWest Tonight as well as Border news and of course, being here everyone knew. Everyone was so impressed when I said I had known one. Everyone knew a person whose sister's friend used to know them or whose mother's boss sat next to a crying girl on the plane (she was the girlfriend of one of them, don't you know)
I read one of the articles (the one with the picture) and I cried. I suddenly thought that I was sitting where he had been sitting just a few weeks ago. It hit. Although the most common word used to describe him in the tribute was 'sensible'.
And I have a dead boy's phone number on my phone. I don't want to delete it but I can't just keep it. What do I do?