Wednesday, June 22, 2005

I miss you

For Brandon:

It's now been a year since you were killed in a car accident. It seems like it just happened yesterday.

I remember the first time we met. It was on the first day of school in Math class. The teacher was pyscho so I started to talk to the people around me. Ashley, you and I clicked right away, and from that moment, we were friends. Everyday we would come in and talk about our night or weekend. We would help each other with math problems and play stupid games. Pyscho teacher kept threatening that she was going to move us, but she didn't. We sat next to each other for a whole semester. I never understood why she never moved us, but I'm glad she didn't.

Your Mom's bestfriend, Loretta, and I worked together. We would talk about you at our lunch break. The sweet, weird, crazy things you have done and said. We laughed about you a lot. Your mom came into the store one day and Loretta introduced me to her. Shes gorgeous. I'm sure she misses you more than words can describe. I can't even imagine having to bury your own son. I hope she's doing okay.

Last summer I was sitting on my couch watching the 10:00 o'clock news. A storm had just moved through so it was very humid and hot. I was about ready to take a shower when the news lady said that one teenager had been killed in a car accident and three more had been injured. I listened some more, and she said your name......I froze. My body started going numb and I started breathing really fast...I didn't know what to do. I sat and cried on the couch for 4 hours, asking God why he took you so soon. You had just graduated high school...and now you were gone.

I was depressed the next couple of days. I cried and cried and cried. I wanted to talk to you again. I wanted to ask you random questions. I actually wanted to do math problems with you again. But...I couldn't.

I went into work a few days later and saw Loretta. I hugged her and started crying, again. She told me not to cry and that we needed to remember the happy times that we had together. She took me in the back and showed me pictures of you that were taken only a few days before you were killed. The one that still makes me cry is you and your nephew sitting on a dock fishing together.

I wish I could've said good-bye. I still cry sometimes about you, like I'm doing right now. I miss you Brandon, a lot. You were one of the most sweetest and generous people I've ever met. I'll always remember you.


  1. I have no words...just chills.

  2. You know... missing him is a good thing... crying is okay too... it means that he meant a lot to you. And that can't be bad... Sad neverthe-less.

  3. So sorry for you loss. What a sad story. Not that any death is particularly happy, but I think when a person dies right out of high school, when they're just beginning to realize their adult self, full of hope for what the future will bring. . .well, that's the cruelest time. So sad.