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Graduation and a car accident

by Jenn
(MD)

He and I dated for 8 months in my sophomore and his senior year of high school.

It was getting to be the end of my senior year, and my friends and I were so excited to graduate and been done with high school! We (my 2 best friends and I) had just gotten back from our "beach week" and were walking into school that morning when we got the news. A mutual friend had texted one of my friends and said, "I know you probably don't want to hear this, but he was in a car accident last night and he passed"...of course, we were confused and replied, "what do you mean he passed?". We couldn't believe the answer..."sweety, he didn't make it. he's dead".

At first, we thought it was some sick joke that people were playing on us after getting back from our mini-vacation. But we soon saw other people that knew him crying and holding each other in the halls. When we realized it was true, we broke down crying and I almost passed out. We went to a music practice room and just sat there, crying and holding and trying to comfort each other. Our music teachers found out and tried helping, but nothing seemed to ease what we were going through.

All of us went to the viewing and funeral at the end of that week. I still was in denial until I saw him. And once again, I started crying and fell to my knees. My mom came over to try to make me feel better, but it was all so surreal and I couldn't stop. It hurt even more to look over and see his parents and brother. Kids aren't supposed to die before their parents.

I couldn't believe any of it. I started to doubt everything - God, my sanity, why I was even alive. As time passed, though, things got a little bit better. Now, a freshman in college, I still have doubts some times, and still think about him and my other lost loved ones every day, but I'm not crying every day like I used to either.

It does get better. I've learned that everything happens for a reason, and that in order for things to get better you just have to give it time and have faith.

R.I.P. MRB

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