I wasn't sure if I should post anything about this. I know not very many people read my blog and I don't wanna put things like this up, because I know it makes people sad and this isn't really a personal blog, but I need to get this out somehow. Here we go.
Last Thursday was my first football game (or band performance with football in between depending on how you look at it) My parents came, but left after half time (plus there was a toga party and it would be awkward if they came to my room after and there were people leaving in togas) so I called my mom after the game and asked how we did. She was like Sis you guys were great but I got a call and Bub's been in a car wreck and I'm on my way to the hospital. So I was like ok just call or text when you get there and let me know what's happening.
Ok so Bub is my mom's best friend's son. His name is Donnie but that's his dad's name too so a lot of people call him Bub. I haven't talked to him in years but when we were growing up he was one of my best friends. We kinda drifted apart like a lot of people do, and so did my mom and his mom, but they'd call occasionally. I hadn't talked to him in a while but when his cousin who I'm kinda friends with told me his girlfriend had been cheating on him, I was about as ready to beat the girl up as his cousin was.
I'm sure you know where this is going by now, but I called my boyfriend to reassure me and I was gonna call him anyway. He calmed me down and we got to talking about other things, but I was still worried because it had been about 45 minutes since my mom called and the hospital is only 30 minutes from our house. I knew it couldn't be good, because if he had just broken his arm or something, his dad (who my mom talks to even less than she talks to his mom) wouldn't have called.
So she called me back and she was crying. She told me he died.
I pretty much freaked out. We made arrangements for her and my step-dad to come get me because I was shaking and there was no way I could drive home. I called Josh (my boyfriend) back and he wanted to ride down with me, that way he could drive my car back home so he came too. By the time my mom got away from the hospital and we got back home, it was 2 a.m.
I actually went to sleep ok and I woke up the next morning when my mom called and said she had tried to go to work but couldn't and she was going to their house. She works at a florist, and they got an order for him and she knew she couldn't take orders and type his name over and over again.
So we went over there and we've been at their house a lot since. His mom is doing about as well as you can in a situation like this and his dad is trying to be strong for her, I think. The visitation was tonight and the funeral is tomorrow, then I'm going back to college.
Donnie was a good guy, and I know it's cliche but he really is part of what made me who I am. He introduced me to so many things when we were little, Pokemon, those little finger skateboards, the crocodile hunter. We'd always go to Mcdonald's or Burger King with our moms. He had a girlfriend and they hadn't been going out for long. He was in Florida when he asked her out. He wrote will you go out with me in the sand and took a picture and sent it to her. He also leaves behind a little brother who's 11.
So if you've read all this, thank you. I know I risk sounding cliche again, but through all this you learn that your life can change instantly. I know I'm going to try harder to keep in touch with people after this. I know my mom and his mom are closer now than they've ever been. My area has lost a lot of young people in car accidents and I know I drive a lot more carefully.
Once again, thanks if you read this. Writing it out made me feel better.