Authors Note: This is a essay describing remembering someone and all the memories you had coming back to you just by looking at them one last time. It also tells how you never know what life has planned for you and when everything can just end.
My chest tightened, my throat growing thick, my knees weaken, my vision blurred with the tears gathering in my eyes waiting to fall down my cheeks in streams. I stood there looking down at the person who was once always there for me, the person who would do anything for me just to keep me safe. He lays there motionless, as I looked at his face, it just wasn't the same. It didn't look like him. His skin was as white as winter snow, he looked empty. A blank expression across his face. His hands lay crossed over his chest that no longer was moving. I took one last look at him and had a million feelings, a thousand thoughts, hundreds of memories, that all in that moment came rushing to me; I couldn't help but to smile, as a warm tear ran down my cheek. I thought of all the words I left unspoken and all the things I would tell him if I got the chance.
Sunny summer days seem to hurt the most, I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I can still feel him everywhere I go. I see his smile, I see his face, I hear him laughing. I still can't believe he's gone even though its been so long. He died so young, his life was like a story that had just begun. That one night tore all the pages away. If you never had been in that car, I wonder where you'd be today. Would you see the world? Would you chase your dreams? Would you settle down with a family of your own? What would you name your babies? The only thing that gives me hope, is that I'll see you again someday.
Until that day, I am left with just the memories of him. I could just picture him skateboarding down the street with the warm summer wind blowing back his hair that was as fiery as a sunset, I could hear his laugh in the sea of sadness that surrounds me, he smiles at me and waves. Everything slowed down as if it was in slow motion. I relived is as it was happening right before me. That's how I would remember him, I captured that memory. At that moment I felt like that’s how he would remain, happy with no worries, finally being set free.
Imagine on a warm summer night, you and some friends are driving around, the sun will be coming out soon and it will be a new day, you never would think that you wouldn't be here to see the morning come. You are in the passenger seat, all of you are laughing and shouting, but all sounds are muffled by the music that is cranked as loud as it goes. The car moves fast as wind along the curvy roads. The car turns one corner and all of the sudden the car is moving towards an electrical pole so fast no one even knows what is going on. It hits your side of the car. You fly into the side of the window. In that one moment you see your whole life flash before your eyes, flashbacks of yourself as a little kid running around without any cares and every moment up to that last second of your life, that last second you didn't think would be your last.
Life never goes in the neat order we desire. We always plan for the future and think what it will be like when we are older and all the things you have going for you in life. What people should really do is just live in the moment like you don't have any cares in the world, because you never know when it could be your last day. In the blink of an eye, it can all be over without your control. Everyone wants a happy ending, but I've learned the hard way. Some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end... You never know what is going to happen, then again life is about not knowing. It's about taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
