Lost

The Tragedy

I know, we were talking about my trip, but I have to get off topic. Well, my older brother, Caden, died a few months ago. He was driving his car and all of a sudden, a car just rammed right into his car. He was rushed to the hospital. He was paralized from the waist down and had some pretty bad injuries. The next day, he was dead. I could not bare it, so I ran out. I did not go to his funeral and I felt so, so bad. Everyone told me it was gonna be okay and I hated that. They told me it is okay to be sad. Like I did not know that... We used to lay in the grass and watch the clouds, but that is all gone.

It is all. Gone.

His favorite song is Chasing Cars. We would listen to it all of the time... It hurts to talk about him. And know I am crying, writing this. We used to sing along and... we would make little covers of it and, and, a-and... I am sorry. "Caden," I think, "I am sorry I left that day. You are just so close to my heart and I will never be able to let you go." "Sweetie." my mom says. "Are you okay?" "Ya, mom. Just thinking about Caden" I say. "Honey, he is dead. Just don't think about him. Okay?" She says.

"Honey, he is dead. Just don't think about him. Okay?" She says. It's like she does not care.