Prompt of the Day: Final Trio

“For our final trio prompt of the year, write about any topic you wish, but make sure your post features a bookcase, something cracked, and a song you love.” –The Daily Post

Today is a really hard day. It marks the 3-year anniversary of the death of my brother…my best friend. I guess I will tell the story of how he passed. On April 20, 2010, my brother was in a car accident. He and his best friend were in his car, and my brother was driving. Something happened to where he went up a steep hill (accidentally) and his car flipped and rolled back down the hill. My brother lived, but his best friend had died on site.

At around 10:00PM that night, we got a knock on the door. It was the police informing my parents that there had been an accident. I heard my mom fall to her knees by the bookcase. We were escorted to the hospital by the police car and ran into the ER. They took my parents back to the room and told me to wait there. I was terrified. His best friend’s mom came in and was crying. They took her to a different part of the hospital. One of the nurses came out and told me my brother was asking for me. She took me to his room. He had blood on him. He asked me to sit next to him and hold his hand. He wanted to know if his friend was okay. No one would say.

A cop came in to question him. We were asked to leave the room. As we were standing out there, my brother started screaming. We knew what they had told him. We knew that he had just been told that he friend did not survive.

My brother and I were so close. We were best friends. He meant everything to me; he was my hero. But he was cracked. He was broken. He felt so guilty. He felt responsible for the death of his best friend. People started rumors….some were really bad. He was depressed. He became addicted to hydrocodone (pain killers) because they made him feel better and helped him to feel normal once more. He drank a lot and went out a lot. He was never a bad person, though. He was always so sweet and cared more for his family than anyone could even comprehend. He did anything for me. He spoiled me at every chance he got. He was terrified of losing anyone else.

He was spending time with one of his friends. He took a pill before he went to sleep, thinking it was hydrocodone. It wasn’t. Whoever he had been getting the pills from gave him the wrong one. He gave him some sort of heart medication or something. He passed away in his sleep and was unable to be brought back.

I was a junior in high school. I was sitting in my Theory of Knowledge class when I got the call. I heard my dad on the other line. His voice was shaking. He told me that there had been an accident and that I needed to come to the hospital. It’s amazing how quickly your mood can change after hearing just a few words. I rushed out of school and hurried to the hospital. When they told me the news, I couldn’t even control my body. I fell to the ground and started screaming. I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted it to be a nightmare. I wanted to wake up. I was broken. I felt like someone had just ripped my heart out. I was uncontrollable. I couldn’t stop crying.

Why him? Why my brother? There are murderers out there and you choose my brother? These are all questions I asked God. I lost my faith after a while. I was angry and I didn’t understand. It took over a year to regain my relationship with Him. I know my brother was in pain, and I know that he is in a better place now. I now understand why God took him and I am very thankful I will be able to see him again.

My brother was an awesome person. He was funny, kind, smart, and overall amazing. I wouldn’t be able to describe him if I tried. I loved him more than anything. I still cry all the time because I miss him more than anything. My heart is still broken…I am still broken. But I am happy that he is no longer struggling now.

There are so many songs that I want to choose for this post, but I have decided on “If I Die Young.” It’s a song by The Band Perry, but my brother liked the Sam Tsui version a lot better, so I will be including that version instead. It has been three years, and I still cry every time I hear this song. He said he loved it because it reminded him of his best friend that he lost in the car accident. Now it reminds me of him.

To my brother: I love you so much John. I miss you every day. I love you every day. I hope you are happy now.


4 thoughts on “Prompt of the Day: Final Trio

  1. It’s heartbreaking to read yet so beautifully written. I can’t imagine the pain you and your family must have experienced in the last three years, but I’m glad to hear that you have made peace with God. Thank you for sharing this story.


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