Lately, everything I do seems to remind me of Evan. As I went to prom, walked across the stage at graduation, and now, as I'm packing up stuff to bring to college. I'm constantly reminded that everything I do, he didn't get the chance to. I live my life everyday for him. I know that each breath I take is one more than he ever got to. Everything I've done since my 16th birthday was more than he got. And it really doesn't seem fair. Evan was probably the nicest person I have ever met. I rarely got to see him, but when I did he didn't shoo me off like my others cousins did. He took my hand and included me. The last time I saw him, he taught me how to play pool. He didn't act like I was annoying him with my constant questions or requests for help. I still can't believe that he's gone.
Let me explain for those of you who don't know anything about the wonderful boy that was and is my cousin. Evan was came into the world on St. Patrick's Day 1988 and he left it on 1/5/05. Car accident in North Carolina. He wasn't wearing a seatbelt (which is why I ALWAYS wear mine) and he was ejected from the car. Evan, being a lovely and unselfish guy, was an organ donor, so his eyes still see the beauty of the world, his organs still work, just in someone else's body. His soul is gone, but being the amazing kid he was, I know where he is. Looking down on me, and my family, and his mom, dad, and brother.
Ugh, sorry for all the depression. I've just been thinking about him a lot lately and needed to get that out.
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