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My cousin Jonathon is dead.
My mom texted me in class today: "I have bad news. Call me."
So when I got out of class, I called her. She told me that Jonathon had been on his way to work this morning when he got into a car accident, and didn't survive. I walked home in a daze.
He was younger than me. Twenty-two years old. An ERT, on his way to becoming a firefighter. Quiet. Strong. Gentle. A sweet, sweet young man we were all proud of. I met his girlfriend at a family dinner just this past Christmas. We joked about the damage some random drunk driver had left in his front lawn recently.
Oh God, oh God.
He's dead.
I...can't...process...this.
My mom texted me in class today: "I have bad news. Call me."
So when I got out of class, I called her. She told me that Jonathon had been on his way to work this morning when he got into a car accident, and didn't survive. I walked home in a daze.
He was younger than me. Twenty-two years old. An ERT, on his way to becoming a firefighter. Quiet. Strong. Gentle. A sweet, sweet young man we were all proud of. I met his girlfriend at a family dinner just this past Christmas. We joked about the damage some random drunk driver had left in his front lawn recently.
Oh God, oh God.
He's dead.
I...can't...process...this.