a terrible thing happened on friday. Jonathan Close was killed, he got hit by a truck while driving his motorcycle. i found out saturday morning. i still can't believe it.
i spent the whole weekend balling my eyes out. it was rough. it still is.
i've known him practically my whole life. he was part of the "ubo cru". for those who don't know, thats my brother Ben and his friends. they practically raised me. i just cant beleive he's gone. this cant happen. why couldnt it have been me instead? why didnt i go there? i never got a chance to say goodbye.
and what about his daughter, Dawson? he'll never get to see her grow up. and she'll grow up without a father. but she has the guys. so she's lucky in that way. his girlfriend is pretty upset. and no wonder, i feel so sorry for her. everyones sticking together tho, which is good, but its really upsetting. it happened right outside of Ryans house too, so he's pretty shooken up. i dont think he can live there anymore. i mean, you always see those roadside memorials, but its always somebody else, until its not. he didnt deserve this. he was so young. only 21. he had his whole life ahead of him, and it was taken away by some stupid ass hunk of metal. what kind of god would let this happen? how could god let ths happen to us, why would he let us go through this? and Jaime and Justin, they just lost their brother. Jaime just wont speak, and Justin is in the anger stage. i must say im hiting the angry stage myself. some god.
i just cant believe it. he cant be gone. its so unfair.
i'm just glad i have such great friends, they have been helping me so much.
please pray for us. the whole town is too depressed to function.
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