Jul 2014
It’s funny I even address you as Q. I never knew you as Q. I knew you as Quentin H. At least, that’s the name I associated with you in Elementary school. We went to the same Elementary School for seven years. We talked every now and then; however, we weren't exactly best friends. You passed away on my sixteenth birthday. From now on when I hear your name the first thing that will come to my mind is ‘oh that’s the boy I grew up with that drowned on my birthday.’ And deep down I know that’s wrong to think but I cannot help from thinking that.
Whenever I heard your name before today I thought of something different. It was just a normal day in early elementary. I believe it was second or first grade. For all I know it could have been third. It doesn't matter. We were young. That’s all that matters.
You asked me if I could open your soda bottle. Me believing I had a chance to prove how strong I was took the challenge eagerly not noticing that you had shook it under the table before handing it over. I opened it and in a matter of seconds I was completely covered in sticky soda. My outfit ruined, and my lunch ruined. You laughed and I cried.
Me being the responsible child I tattled on you and you got a slap on the wrist while I had to eat a cheese sandwich. Keep in mind I despise cheese. It was by far the worst lunch of my life.
Until Today.
I had just found out you had passed and I didn't eat lunch. I couldn't eat lunch. How could someone I watched grow alongside me be gone in a matter of minutes?
I would eat a million cheese sandwiches just to have you back.
I cannot go on social media. I try and all I see are pictures of your memorial or a picture of you with the word RIP underneath it. I believe you deserve more than just an RIP.
You were a fantastic human being even though I didn't know you as well in your last years. You apologized for the soda incident and I can say I forgive you.
You didn't deserve this fate. No one deserves this fate. But there must be some reason you were called upon in order for the promising future in your grasp to be taken away. God needed you. Heaven needed you.
Heaven gained one hell of an angel on July 14th 2014 at five in the morning.
Whenever I heard your name before today I thought of something different. It was just a normal day in early elementary. I believe it was second or first grade. For all I know it could have been third. It doesn't matter. We were young. That’s all that matters.
You asked me if I could open your soda bottle. Me believing I had a chance to prove how strong I was took the challenge eagerly not noticing that you had shook it under the table before handing it over. I opened it and in a matter of seconds I was completely covered in sticky soda. My outfit ruined, and my lunch ruined. You laughed and I cried.
Me being the responsible child I tattled on you and you got a slap on the wrist while I had to eat a cheese sandwich. Keep in mind I despise cheese. It was by far the worst lunch of my life.
Until Today.
I had just found out you had passed and I didn't eat lunch. I couldn't eat lunch. How could someone I watched grow alongside me be gone in a matter of minutes?
I would eat a million cheese sandwiches just to have you back.
I cannot go on social media. I try and all I see are pictures of your memorial or a picture of you with the word RIP underneath it. I believe you deserve more than just an RIP.
You were a fantastic human being even though I didn't know you as well in your last years. You apologized for the soda incident and I can say I forgive you.
You didn't deserve this fate. No one deserves this fate. But there must be some reason you were called upon in order for the promising future in your grasp to be taken away. God needed you. Heaven needed you.
Heaven gained one hell of an angel on July 14th 2014 at five in the morning.
I know this isn't a poem but it's a letter that I feel is really special to share.
