Last night my dear daughter went to a viewing for a classmate who was killed in a car accident.
He was 18.
He would have been a senior this fall.
His obituary mentions that he worked for an auto shop and an ice cream shop and that he liked listening to music.
He was 18.
He was driving too fast.
He wasn't wearing his seatbelt.
He was on his way home from working at the ice cream shop.
He was just 18.
Today, I looked out at the beautiful sunny day on my way home from work and thought "What are his parents doing now? Now that he is burried and everyone else has gone home? What do you do then?"
He was only 18.
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2 comments:
that is so sad -- it happened in my senior year of high school, also, and it really affected all of us. death seems so far away when you're younger, and when it's there, it is almost impossible to comprehend. i hope your daughter is doing ok...and the boy's family.
I feel like everyone goes through this in high school. Like a peer dying is some sort of sick right of passage. I too hope your daughter is okay and that she and her friends are banding together during such a difficult time.
*prayers*
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