20. It was the first time I’d ever seen a dead body and for a couple of days I felt like I was floating.
“When I was 19 I worked the graveyard shift at a gas station. We were located on a very busy street that was home to a lot of bars and clubs. On this particular evening one of my 3 of my friends stopped bought some donuts and stopped by to hang out with me.
Shortly after 2 AM, we saw a crash. A huge Ford truck had t-boned a tiny four door sedan. Two of the four girls inside the car died instantly in the crash one was unconscious. We went outside, called 911 and tried to keep the other girl calm. Her screams are what haunt me to this day. She was begging her friend not to die, and would talk to her about random things only to realize after a couple of seconds that her friend was dead. She did this a couple of times and her screams were heartbreaking. The girl who hit them was trying to turn her car on to get away but a homeless man who I had befriended grabbed her out of her truck and kept her there. She was crying and begging the homeless man to let her go because she didn’t want to go to jail. It was the first time I’d ever seen a dead body and for a couple of days I felt like I was floating. Like nothing really was happening to me, like I was just living but not really there.
A couple of weeks later 1 of the 2 girls who survived came into the store to thank me and my friends for calling 911 so quickly and keeping her company. Apparently, they had just left a bar and the driver was the only one who hadn’t had a drink that night. They were celebrating, she had just secured a new job and was gonna be on a plane the next Monday to go to her new home. The girl who hit them was a 22-year-old, she was drunk and speeding. I don’t know what kind of sentence she got but I told the officer that took my statement that she was trying to leave.
Don’t drink and drive, love those who you love, they might not be there the next second.
I found the local newspaper article for the crash. I think maybe I may have just made up in my mind that they were instantly dead. I don’t remember a lot after the authorities got there but here’s the article. As proof I guess.
21. I held his lifeless hand, spoke my last words to him, and left the room.
“When I was younger, my grandfather was terminally ill. (I don’t remember the illness because I was so young, and I don’t really talk to my family much anymore for certain reasons, so I haven’t asked) But I distinctly remember his final day. He was in his death bed, completely calm. But then he started spasming wildly. My family heard the commotion and bolted to his room and began spouting prayers and religious banter as this was happening. I could see blood in his mouth so I think he started to regurgitate blood as well. After a minute or so, the spasm had stopped and he was gone. I held his lifeless hand, spoke my last words to him, and left the room. It was a very traumatizing experience, but I have healed since then.”