a friend from college was killed in a car accident last night.
and there are lots of questions without answers.
and all day, i’ve heard from the boys who considered him a brother.
i considered him a brother.
and they’ve come to me for answers, and i don’t have them.
all i can do is show them love. and listen.
and sometimes, its hard to be strong.
for them. for me. for Rocky.
i miss him so much already. it’s hard to accept that he’s really gone.
i’ve done this too many times before. tried to wade through the hurt to be okay with it all.
especially with something as sudden as a car accident.
and knowing some of Rocky’s past, it isn’t an easy pill to swallow.
it takes me RIGHT back to the summer of 2005… when my cousin Heather was killed in a car accident.
Heather and Rocky were friends. Hopefully they’re hanging out in Heaven right now…
I’m thankful for the times I spent with that boy. He always knew how to make not just me, but everyone laugh. He couldn’t sing to save his life, but he sure did try his best at karaoke at the mexican restaurant. He was so much fun at my 21st birthday party. We had many a road trip to go watch the boys play after he stopped going to Bluefield. We spent way too many nights together at 408 and at Lowell and Canada’s. We stayed up late many a night, just talking about everything. He was one who would listen to me talk about anything for however long I needed him to. I’ll never ever forget the good times spent with that kid.
He always knew how to make me smile.
That’s what I’ll always remember about Rocky… and what I’ll always miss about him.
and His love, is getting me through.