My first taste with death was when I was 7. A Grandmother I had seen maybe twice in my life had passed. I felt horrible. Like I should cry-- like it was expected of me, but no tears came.
My Grandfather died a year later.
When I was in first grade, a local football player was hit with a car while riding his bike to my Elementary school, which he attended. He was on life support for days. Then he passed.
6th grade, an older sister of two boys in my grade level hung herself. I knew who she was, though I did not see her on a regular basis. It scared me, but still, I was too young to completely grasp the concept of death.
My first real meeting with death was when a boy at my Highschool passed. His name was Daniel. I didn't know him well, but I had grown used to seeing him when walking from Spanish to my English class. He usually wore black and had the pasty white skin. He was in my Drivers Ed class. I remember that day perfectly. I remember who I hugged for comfort, and who I hugged to comfort.
He died of an aneurysm.
He was a straight A student.
My second glance of death was when another boy at my school passed- by the name of Sam. A bright star, he was active in the community as well as his church. He fought his battle with Cancer.
And finally, most recently, there's Melanie. She has effected me by far the most. She was often cast in my HighSchool plays-- I distinctly remember her playing the roll of the Cat in the Hat in Seussical the Musical. She was very out going, very charismatic.
Melanie was murdered three days ago.
She was 19.
-Somber
10:35 p.m. - September 27, 2007
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