Post by ~*Adrean Celeste*~ on Jul 2, 2010 22:30:27 GMT -6
One year ago, I saw life as perfect. I was the spoiled girl who never had anything go wrong in my life. Then one tragic day, July 8th 2009, to be exact, my mom recieved a phone call from my dad. I could hear the conversation... "I hope you're sitting down" he said, "no" and then I hear from the other end of the line, my dad say "Well you might want to, Charlie Farrow is dead" Charlie was my unce, and I was so close to him that he was practically a second dad to me. One year ago, the pain didn't hit me for three days until I heard what had actually happenned. He had been in a car accident, the truck exploded, and my uncle died there in the flames. One year ago, on the 4th of July was the last time I ever saw or even spoke to him. How I've wished that I would have spent more time with him, that I could have told him goodbye, that I could have even given him a hug before that terrible day arrived. One year ago, the 4th took on a new meaning. It's now a memorial and a day that many tears will be shed in his memory. Charles Farrow, you will be forever missed. You didn't die with your body, your memory will live in the minds of many for years to come. One year ago, I learned to never believe that bad things happen to everyone. Even those who don't seem to deserve it.