Life's Moments

On My way home from Bobby's, I could not stop crying. As I was driving, I started thinking about this young girl, that just graduated from High School that was in a car accident near Bobby's house. Well that triggered my thoughts about this guy (Mark) that graduated a year before I did; Mark was killed by a drunk driver. It happened the summer that I graduated so Mark wasn't even 20. Mark and I had been good friends all through high school. He was kind, and caring and if he saw that something was wrong he would want to help. He was such a sweet guy. Well I never got to go to his funeral. So I guess that I didn't really get any "closure."

Well driving home I just felt a rush of emotion and started to think about Mark. He was a good friend and was always there. I had 1000 thoughts running through my head and I just cried the entire way home. I was thinking about my 16th birthday party and him being there, and how he would give me rides home from school, how he would make everyone laugh at the lunch table and how much he cared for not only me but for all his friends. I got to my house, pulled into the garage and just started to cry harder. I sat there for a couple minutes and then finally went into the house. I think that just thinking about that young girl dying recently made me start to think about Mark. Plus I am very tired and I have been awake since 4 am. (Which probably doesn't help any.)

It is just so hard to think about Mark being gone. Tears are in my eyes as I type this. You never think that the last time you see someone will actually be the last time you see them.
It is still very hard for me to think that Mark is gone. Sometimes I find myself thinking that he's home because his mom still has his truck in the driveway.

I guess that I just haven't let go of my friend: Mark.