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Today had started out so well. The piano teacher was helping me out lots and I kept working. The tutor had helped me greatly... just so nice. I had fenced my heart out that day. It was great...
Probably similar to your day. You probably woke up super late again. Your girlfriend, knowing how you were like, was trying to wake you up so you both could hang together. Your version of love.
Your best friends were all out working. Nick, Dave, and some others. The weather was nice, and I guess you both were giddy.
I was exhausted from the other day, y'know. I had helped out with a festival... I was thinking about Alex, Dave, and you. You were probably having fun, since your life in general was always something incredible.
I had finished my good day with some homework... I still have that card I was going to send you for your birthday.. couldn't you have waited? You just rush and rush... like your life hasn't already been one train after another.
I got home, listening to one of your favorite songs. Probably A7x's "Little Piece of Heaven" Dave was there. It was odd.. usually he was busy.
Dave was usually asleep at this time.. it was nearly midnight and he had work early that day. He told me what you and a Semi did on the highway west. How the hell did you crash into a semi? Your girlfriend is in the ICU and might never be the same. You on the other hand, have rows of your friends stunned and crying. Your parents are beside themselves, comforting each other...
Everyone is together at Nick's... your parents have the house to themselves. You're probably dressed up in your favorite clothes... what was it? That black T-shirt you liked from that one Ozzmosis concert.. and those baggy pants you liked to wear. Maybe even those new shoes you bought the day before.
You idiot...
It's March 2nd... approximately three days. I slightly hate you. You promised me that you'd come kidnap me with Dave one of these days. Just for fun and we'd all go joyriding. You promised me that we'd go dancing in the rain... you promised that you'd wait for me to become a doctor so you'd actually go to one...
You realize you had a lucky life, despite the downsides? Why does this keep happening... You're still signed on... people are still waiting for you to respond to their messages... I'm still waiting for you respond to my messages. Lynn and Hanna are waiting... asking me "Where's Josh? Is Dave okay?"
I can't respond more than... "Josh is away." ... y'know. I thought of you like my brother before I thought of you as my best friend and my love.
I knew you for about 5 years. Maybe more...
You liked Mexican food... I promised I would make you quesadillas some time. We'd make cookies and we'd all hang out in your secret base underneath the porch.
Everyone loved you. Maybe God loved you too much, despite your hard times. Maybe he didn't want us to take you... I don't know.
I don't care... I remember your smooth brown hair, equally light hazel eyes. Your voice in that odd midwest accent. Of course, you lived in the Heartland.
I still have the pictures you gave me... the music that let me into your soul. The ideas you made... you were such a genius... a lazy one, albeit.
My life was complicated, your life was simple yet untreated. Sort of like me having pneumonia but having medication and you having a cold that just gets complications.
Sort of.
We all miss you... I still look at that picture where you wrapped yourself in that towel.. you look like a baby. I can't help but laugh.
On February 28th, 2009 at 3:07 PM You were in a crash as you were going West. You might've been reckless. You always were a tad bit.
I saw you in that crash but I never believed... Dave said... Nick said.. You said. Great. I wrote this for you: The idiot, the genius, the guided and misguided, the aimable, adorable, and carefully reckless guy I had loved like a brother. Joshie-giong, I used to call you that all the time. When had loved each other, your name was just "Love"
Josh... why did you have to go and do that... You better say 'Hi' to my sister...
We miss you, you ******** idiot...
-- Lilas
This is my closure and my representation of Josh Martin. His family and friends and I bid him to Rest in Peace.
January 22, 1992 -- February 28, 2009
[Edit March 2nd, 2009] Dave got on your MSN account today... People know where you're at... Rhysay and everyone... Brittani is out of the ICU.. your kid didn't make it, man. Sorry... Dave's basically inherited your accounts... Everyone is sending you a final farewell IM. This is my message: I don't know what to say anymore but this: G'night love. Sweet dreams. Rest Peacefully.
Lily Venia Vitalis · Mon Mar 02, 2009 @ 07:03pm · 1 Comments |
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