In the past 3 months my smallish town has lost 3 teens. The first to go was a beloved catholic boy I went to middle school with, one that lived in the heart of our town, in the little blue house. The one who's brother served for our armed forces, the one that would say 'unchill' in place of another trendy catch phrase. The boy who I thought I had a crush on for the longest time, the boy that everytime I drove by his house I was hoping he was shooting hoops in the front yard. He died, tragically in the middle of the night. Hitting hard for the members of our community. The second was a 17 year old girl whom I knew and loved for 5 years. Who was diagnosed with a rare cancer in its fourth stage a month and a half before her demise. She was loved by many, she was the girl at the party that would be smiling one second but if you hit on her man she would hit on your face, she was the gun wielding, truck driving, tough bitch, you didn't want to mess with, she gave cancer a run for its money. Fighting until the end. She died in her bed at home at 4am, shook the town and brought us to our knees. We all dreaded the day that it would come. The third was a boy whom I never got to meet, though I would of liked too, one that held a smile so bright. Made one false step, in one fowl swoop his life was stolen, driving in a car without a seat belt coming home from a party with his bestfriend, then gone. Injuring his best friend and leaving our town, our world forever. Tragic and deafening. My smallish town now looking up at the heavens wanting prayers to be answered. The saddest part of these passing months is, these people were such monumental figures. People you would never think to pass, gone in an instant. Tears flow to the loss of our beloved friends and family. But this isn't the end, unfortunately this is just the beginning for some of us. Loss happens everyday. These three and all who were lost are in a better place and I trust and believe that.
