it was a cold, yucky morning when i got the phone call that forever changed the way i think, feel, and live. the wreck was sudden and death came quickly, for that i was grateful. the thought of him suffering would have been more than i could have handled. people tried to comfort me but the only thing that seemed to make me feel better was to get drunk and temporarily numb. of course that was not the way he would have wanted me to handle the situation but it was the only way i knew how. that lasted for about 2 years & i can't say that i am proud of it, but neither am i ashamed.
nothing compares to the pain of losing someone you love. there is a deep feeling of emptiness that is never again filled. with time it gets easier but there is no such thing as moving past it... instead, you must learn how to live a different way.
he was intelligent, beautiful, funny, and definitely one of a kind. i sometimes still cry when i think of him, but mostly i just feel blessed to have been so close to such a special person.
