Saturday, 7 May 2011

The first year.

'Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. '-anon.


Today Marks the first year.
The first year since our friend Jack was snatched from his family, his friends, his girlfriend, his Oli- bound for heaven and angels wings.
Jack was about three weeks older than I am now when he was killed, 17, a boy, a man, and now, an angel.
He would be eighteen, he would be awesome.
This past year has changed Oli, unquestionably- I so wish things had been different for us all.
Oli is almost recovered, physically, as is her backseat companion Andrew, but they will both need other operations, it's like a never ending paper trail.
I thought really hard about everything that happened that night, about being in charge of a lot of information and two siblings.
Last summer, after I got my new laptop, I wrote it all down, everything that happened, everything I thought.
I thought about posting it here today, or this week, but back in December when The driver of the car they crashed in, Alex, was charged, I changed my mind, I deleted it all.
In February of this year he- Alex, plead guilty to death by dangerous driving, he is now serving what we expect to be around two and a half of a five year sentence, along with a five year driving ban.
At the end of the day Jack was a loss felt by hundreds upon hundreds of people, and that's the truth, no one will ever get over the void his loss has left, ever.
We all have memories of Jack, I can remember our last passing conversation the Sunday before he was killed, it seems oh-so ironic now, and Oli is filled to the brim with the memories of their friendship.
No prison sentence will ever, ever be enough justice for Jack, ever, he had his whole life ahead of him, something his family will never get back.
These things appear to have no point or purpose, they really don't.
We can only hope that someone had a Greater purpose for Jack, or else nothing else will ever make sense again.
Today my prayers are with his lovely, lovely family and my Oli.
Half of Hillingdon are adorned with special tribute tattoo's for him, he will be forever young, and forever, forever missed.
Forever.

2 comments:

Tana said...

Beautiful piece, Maddy.

There is a plan and a purpose for everything. There is a beautiful tapestry of life being created from on high. We will see it some day and it will all make sense and we will be in awe of its magnificence.
Right now, from the underside, we can't see the whole picture, just the individual threads. Some of the threads are rough and less lovely. It may be difficult to understand why they are an integral part of the tapestry. We just need to trust that the designer knows what he's doing.
Give Oli a little extra love today. :)

Sammi said...

*huggles* and lots of love maddi xx

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