It was too late...
WEll. OUr flight was two hours delayed, but it was a good flight. It was delayed from storms that usually aren't here this time of the year and it's 50 degrees here. It's crazy. So the flight was good. I thought it was the best flight I"ve ever had, but we were trying to get to the hospital as soon as we could but it was too late... he passes away 20 minutes before we got there. It was really sad. Everyone was crying. He didn't look the same. I didn't even react. I was numb. When we got home I keep seeing pictures of him all over the place and it's bothering me. My cousin changed. He looks so different now... he also smokes. -.-; Everyone's upset. I feel so cold. I didn't even cry. Brandon wasn't helping me out much. He didn't say much and he sounded like he could care les. Tomorrow is our day and I'm not gonna be there...Just more to add to my depression. I also decided I hate myself even more...I got lots of reality checks, so that's not fun either. I hate myself more and more each day. I felt like the whole thing was my fault even. Everywhere I go, something bad happens. I'm walking bad luck. It was just 20 minutes.... he wrote on his marker voard that the goal of the day was to stay alive to see us...he didn't make it. IO hated seeing that marker board. It was so sad. It was his goal to see us. We were too late. ANd I feel like it's my fault. I know it's not but it's really getting to me now. Wake is Friday, the funeral is Sunday...