When I was younger I was completely convinced that nothing would ever change. Id be a tomboy forever, my friends would always be my friends, my family would always be there for me, but when I grew up I realized how naive Id been looking back on everything my childhood passed me by so fast I never thought id strange though I felt it was the way life passed, quickly. That id grow into a teenager, then an adult, get a job a family everything and then id grow old. Even in my early teen years I thought I was still the carefree kid I used to be but looking back I changed more than I ever thought I could; I wasn't scared though because everything might have changed but it was still all the same family were still here, my friends were still the same caring, funny and stupid people they'd always been we were all just a bit taller.
Naive little me convinced that everything and everyone would always be the same but that's not how its supposed to work. It took me 14years to figure that out, 14perfect years with the one man that used to look after me .He was the man of men. His gruff and soothing voice comforted me in times when I thought I was too broken to be fix but he was always positive. He was the only man I knew that would wear shorts in snowy weather like he was invincible, but at 14 it was proven that no one really is. The last time I saw him he whispered to me the same words he'd told me all through my life when things were tough or scary "its ok, dont be scared"
Time passed so quickly after that weeks felt like seconds soon it was time, we got dressed and drove down it felt like minutes. We stood together, my mother and brother in tears as I kept a straight face knowing just one word and I would break like a china doll the car drove up his coffin in the back I just stared unblinking they opened the back of the hearse, four of his close friends picked him up walking past everyone, and time stopped. For the first time I felt everything stand still, everything and everyone id ever know stopped only the four men moved so slowly. I kept a brave face though, like id promised. After those grueling seconds we moved inside and everything sped up again like we were at Sunday service instead of his funeral. The priest asked us all to stand and sing a hymn, it took less than a second for my tears to run down my white cheeks blurring my vision worse than a snow storm could have.
Silently my father put his arm around me keeping my small frame from collapsing to the floor "Its ok, don't be scared" he whispered to me. We said goodbye to him, to a great man. Hes gone now, but me and my family remember him like we've just seen him, and to this day to be compared to him is the biggest honour in our house because Kevin Cooper was and always will be family to us.
