He was asleep. Asleep in a bed and everyone could see that. People were able to come over to him, check on him and then leave again. Some people actually brought flowers, which I thought a bit odd seeing as he was only sleeping. Then again, I couldn't really understand why they were here anyway. Why are so many people watching my son sleep? I dismissed this though quite quickly as I noticed my son's face. He looks so serene and peaceful in his sleep. So content. I wonder what he is dreaming about. Soccer? No, no I think he's probably thinking of the Formal that is coming up soon. Yes, I think that's what it would be. We picked out his Tuxedo the other day. He looked so handsome. I've never been so proud. Actually, that's a lie. I have been incredibly proud on many occasions. He's a perfect son.
One of those times was earlier this year in fact. He just started Year 12. He asked me to come to an assembly they were having, a special assembly for something. He wouldn't tell me what though. He only asked me to bring my camera. I agreed, taking the day off work, not understanding what was going on. I arrived and noticed all the parents gathering around. No-one really knew me apart from my son's friends parents so I went over to them. I asked them what was going on as my son told me nothing. They looked at me as if I had grown another head and simply told me I'd find out soon enough. We were called into the assembly and the principal went to the lectern. He explained this was the ceremony to induct the new leaders of Year 12. I expected my son to simply get a Year 12 leader position, the position all students get if the don't get an 'official' position. When that didn't happen, I waited and then I noticed what was happening. They were going up the ladder of authority and they reached the Head Boy position. I turned to look at my son, and he simply smiled at me and then he was called to the front. My boy, my son was Head Boy.
More people were checking on my boy now, making sure he was still asleep. I liked to make sure he got a solid 8 hours. Of course that didn't always happen, he was a teen after all but I tried. He was wearing a strange pair of pyjamas tonight. Almost like a suit. I guess he got them as a novelty. He'd do something like that. Being funny even in sleep. That's my son, the lovable, class clown.
So many people with flowers. How nice. Maybe they think he's sick. I think they are just confused. How silly. Maybe I should let them know he's just sleeping, not sick. Just sleeping.
That man is dressed really nice actually. He's near my son, who is in a bed. Maybe he wants to say something to the nice people who are helping to check on my son. He starts talking about my son. How strange. He starts talking about my son and his life. Why? Why is he doing this? What is wrong with my son? Is he sick? Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. OH NO!
He walked when he was 7 months…he really hated his blue stroller… …that party he went to 5 years ago, he probably shouldn't have gone…his 9th birthday was the best of fun…I think I left the DVD in the machine after we watched it last week…did I feed the fish…I still have to wash all his soccer gear which is all muddy…I might make his favourite for dinner…he only just turned 18…his friend wasn't even old enough to drink…in a car with a drunk driver…he was a sensible boy…responsible…mistake.
In loving memory of Emmett Cullen
11/9/1990 – 20/9/2008
Cherished son, friend and brother.
This angel is now back in heaven.
Forever
