died last month, on a Friday. He was sixteen
. He was on the soccer
team. He liked video games
At noon he felt dizzy and couldn't see.
By two he was in an operating room.
By three he was in a coma.
By four he was on life support.
By Sunday he was brain dead.
By the next Friday there was no more Hope.
This was my first experience with death. I cannot say that I know how to deal with it, but I do believe that everything happens for a reason. Look at your life right now. It could be worse. That should be reason enough to believe that everything turns out for the better. It took me a while to get my head around this. I'm still a work in progress, but I am trying.
I am seventeen years old. I cannot see myself at sixty, therefore I will probably die before that. Life is precious, no matter what anyone says.
I do not want to sound preachy, but this is what I've learned.