You were always moving. I’d find you in the hallways and laugh about you not being able to stay in class. I’d see you coming out of…
I’m trying to understand it. And I wish it was called pain. I’ve been so numb all day. Jared Dexter was one of my soccer players. He died yesterday. The principal came over the PA system and tearfully informed the students, staff, and faculty that Jared had passed away, had died.
That’s the thing, I don’t know. I’m beating myself up and I just don’t know if he would’ve liked it because he was just so young. Those words shouldn’t have to be said about him.
He was only 17, maybe 18, years old. But he is gone. And now what? Can we just dance…
My great grandfather Gonzalez dies on mother’s day. His paper-thin skin is almost translucent. His…