So much more to say and I can't find the words
So I took a trip home from California. I was supposed to go back in September to visit, but I came back for a week when I got a call from my little brother. I checked my voicemail and heard his choked up voice asking me to call back. I left my friend at the bar and dialed home to a crying brother. He'd been out driving with friends and the truck slid on some gravel. Our friend Jonathan was thrown from the car. No seat belts, airbags didn't go off. I got on a plane the next morning and spent the week hugging people and playing computer games with all my friends. Nobody wanted to talk about anything, so we didn't, and just spent time being together and trying not to cry. My mom is computer illiterate so I had to sit down and edit the pictures of the truck to smaller file sizes so we could send them to the insurance companies.
He was a few years younger than I was, going to head off to college in a month. I never really understood the word wailing until now. Hearing his mother and his brother and sister at the viewing and the funeral. You could feel their broken hearts through the sound. We buried him last Saturday. People shouldn't have to bury friends at this age.
He was a few years younger than I was, going to head off to college in a month. I never really understood the word wailing until now. Hearing his mother and his brother and sister at the viewing and the funeral. You could feel their broken hearts through the sound. We buried him last Saturday. People shouldn't have to bury friends at this age.