Eleven years ago, I was a little 7th grader. The biggest issue at that age was trying to fit in and making new friends. Eleven years has sensed passed and most my classmates have graduated college, found jobs, gotten married, and some have even started a family. We all have moved on with our lives. However on this day, it’s always a little somber, a little sad, and there will be pain in my heart thinking about this for many years.
It’s always hard losing a friend. It’s always hard losing a new friend. Justin and I weren’t good friends, we weren’t that close, but we called each other friends and that’s all that matters. The new friendship started about three months prior, and I had to say goodbye January 16th.
No person that young should have to learn and comprehend what death can do to you. No family should have to plan a funeral for their eleven year old son. Accidents happen. Things happen. And God calls people home at certain times.
There are days where I hear you in the music I listen to, moments where I stop and think about you, and I see your personality, as I remember it, in my friends. Eleven years has passed and it feels like yesterday. They say time heals all wounds, but the truth is, time just numbs the pain. You just learn to deal with it.