It feels like I just saw him walking out of English class with his girl at his hip.
It feels like just last week I saw her in that same chair she always sat at while we visited.
I can still remember that day when I first saw my father cry.
He was repaying his respects to his fallen brother who he named my younger brother after.
I lost him when I was only two.
I don't remember him, but years later I was told he was taken away from me because of a heart attack caused by a car crash.
Maybe that's why I'm scared to drive.
Everytime I get into a car, I am in a weapon.
Who ever drives decides my fate and everyone elses.
I'm afraid that I'll be hit and I won't even see it coming.
That they'll say, "she passed quickly. She was lucky enough to not feel the impact. The pain."
That pain that wasn't felt by me will be felt by my loved ones.
As my friend once said, "Death is what humanizes us."
It reminds us that anyone of us could just be gone without a second thought.
I watched my great...