There's more to come. (Ok is it me or did that sound like something from TV?) I wrote this after I had a dream that someone I knew was killed. One month later my aunt was killed in a car accident. Jonny tells this.
Pain
I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the middle of May last year when he left me. I remember how he died.
It was a car accident that took his life. He and I were on our way back from going shopping for a vacation we were planning on taking as soon as school was over. We were going to go to Hawaii. That was one place we all agreed on. On our way back home, a car, heading the opposite direction, suddenly swerved into our lane, before Dad could react our car and the other car hit each other head on. Dad was killed instantly. I only suffered a broken arm and a bump on the head.
The next thing, I remember Race met me at the hospital. He was the one who told me about Dad. I didn't want to believe it, but I did.
Now a year later, on this day in May, my brother, Hadji and my best friend, Jessie and I all graduate from high school.
Just before we walked into the auditorium, Hadji put his arm across my shoulder and leaned in close.
"They are watching you." He whispered in my ear. "And they are proud."
He was right.
During the graduation, just before my old government teacher called my name, I looked in the balcony and saw my parents. Watching me. I smiled as my mom blew a kiss to me.
After the graduation, Jessie, Hadji and I waited outside for Race to show up. Suddenly, I felt rain pouring down.
I glanced up and said, "I love you, too, Mom and Dad!"
Pain
I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the middle of May last year when he left me. I remember how he died.
It was a car accident that took his life. He and I were on our way back from going shopping for a vacation we were planning on taking as soon as school was over. We were going to go to Hawaii. That was one place we all agreed on. On our way back home, a car, heading the opposite direction, suddenly swerved into our lane, before Dad could react our car and the other car hit each other head on. Dad was killed instantly. I only suffered a broken arm and a bump on the head.
The next thing, I remember Race met me at the hospital. He was the one who told me about Dad. I didn't want to believe it, but I did.
Now a year later, on this day in May, my brother, Hadji and my best friend, Jessie and I all graduate from high school.
Just before we walked into the auditorium, Hadji put his arm across my shoulder and leaned in close.
"They are watching you." He whispered in my ear. "And they are proud."
He was right.
During the graduation, just before my old government teacher called my name, I looked in the balcony and saw my parents. Watching me. I smiled as my mom blew a kiss to me.
After the graduation, Jessie, Hadji and I waited outside for Race to show up. Suddenly, I felt rain pouring down.
I glanced up and said, "I love you, too, Mom and Dad!"