A mildly broken promise
A guy I graduated high school with back, way back in the day when I was young, died. He was hit by an RV, for the non Americans that's an absurdly large vehicle termed "Recreational Vehicle."
Not to go too far into my belief that licenses should be more strictly distributed, as in, if you are to drive a vehicle as large as a commercial bus, then you should have to pass the same tests as they to qualify for that license. So, yeah not to get into that...
I'm 29 now, and there are too many that have died from my class.
The first was 18, only a few months after we graduated, in a car wreck. We shared a locker in the sixth grade.
Then, the next, a 19 year old from an explosion. It's not clear what happened, he was in the air force, serving in Texas, I believe. I remember flicking his large ears in social studies because, well he had large ears and he was friends with a guy I thought was cute. And well, we were only 12.
Then at 25 my first boyfriend, the guy I mentioned earlier, (we dated for uhhh three days??? seeing as we were 12 at the time,) died in a car crash on the way back home from Great Falls.
Oh and there's the two who died from cancer before either of them turned 25.
I went to a talk the other day. After learning of the most recent loss. And it was weird because, well this part wasn't weird, I got to the talk late. I'm a scientist, we are always late.
But I made my way to a seat and I was in the back, and there were six empty seats.
I looked at them and couldn't help but think of those kids, those people that I had known, however briefly, and think, that I should pay more attention to the talk. I need to live more, at least six times as much.