It's funny how things happen, really. I mean one minute you're watching
televisions with your best friends and the next minute your dead. Finished.
Gone. One minute you're laughing at a joke and the next you're flying
through the air.
I remember the moments before you died. You were just trying to save an elderly couple that had some minor injuries. Even thought the Lieutenant told you many times to get off that car, you persisted. I guess you were meant to be taken away that day. God had enough of you on earth and wanted you with him. Although, I wish you would have stayed with me.
I yelled at the paramedics to do something, but they wouldn't listen to me. They just stood there looking at her with silent tears dripping down their faces. Why? Why didn't they do anything? They could have saved you; maybe. You might have lived a life without the lower half of your body but you're brave. You would have managed. I know you.
I don't know why he decided to take you away that day. I honestly don't. I guess it was meant to be.
You crushed so many hearts that day. So many loved you; cared for you. You were like one of the guys, always playing football. Not taking crap from the other men was your specialty.
We weren't really close all that much anymore. I mean we were still good friends, but nothing more than that. We weren't dating anymore. We hung around with each other but that was mostly in groups with the rest of the 55.
I know it wasn't my fault that you passed on; it still feels like it deep in my heart, although. I feel responsible. Some how I could have prevented it. I don't know how I could have, but I would have found a way. I was too shocked to do anything that day, though. It happened so fast. One minute you were helping those people on the car, the next you were lying lifelessly on the pavement; your body severed in half.
I loved you on Earth and I'll still love you now that you aren't here anymore. You were my one and only
I remember the moments before you died. You were just trying to save an elderly couple that had some minor injuries. Even thought the Lieutenant told you many times to get off that car, you persisted. I guess you were meant to be taken away that day. God had enough of you on earth and wanted you with him. Although, I wish you would have stayed with me.
I yelled at the paramedics to do something, but they wouldn't listen to me. They just stood there looking at her with silent tears dripping down their faces. Why? Why didn't they do anything? They could have saved you; maybe. You might have lived a life without the lower half of your body but you're brave. You would have managed. I know you.
I don't know why he decided to take you away that day. I honestly don't. I guess it was meant to be.
You crushed so many hearts that day. So many loved you; cared for you. You were like one of the guys, always playing football. Not taking crap from the other men was your specialty.
We weren't really close all that much anymore. I mean we were still good friends, but nothing more than that. We weren't dating anymore. We hung around with each other but that was mostly in groups with the rest of the 55.
I know it wasn't my fault that you passed on; it still feels like it deep in my heart, although. I feel responsible. Some how I could have prevented it. I don't know how I could have, but I would have found a way. I was too shocked to do anything that day, though. It happened so fast. One minute you were helping those people on the car, the next you were lying lifelessly on the pavement; your body severed in half.
I loved you on Earth and I'll still love you now that you aren't here anymore. You were my one and only