Paige's Poetry

Very Belated I Miss You

(This ones extremely personal)

Hunter-

You're my cousin, sure I haven't seen you in ages and we never talk but that doesn't change the fact that you're my cousin. You've always been the sporty type, always outdoors and fucking around with something. Whether it be four wheelers or dirt bikes or snow mobiles in the winter, you were always tinkering. I don't remember exactly when it was that you were taken away from us, brutally might I add, but it happened. I do remember how though, it was one of those stupid fucking snow mobiles. You and a few others were on your way home from your basketball game, it was dark and stormy and y'all were on snow mobiles. Idiots, all of you. To make it worse, you were on a sled behind one of them. I remember the frantic call that night "come quick. Hunters dead." Even though I was young, I don't remember how old, I still knew that the word dead was bad. Very very very bad. Everything after that was a blur. Sure I didn't know you very well, but I still cried so so so much. But all that matters is that you're safe now. You can't get hurt anymore. Fly high Hunter, I'll see you on the other side eventually. Oh, happy belated birthday by the way. April 18, 1999