Today, March 2, 2014, is my cousin Christopher’s birthday, and he would have turned 22. By the “would have,” I’m sure you can guess that he has passed away. On August 7, 2009, he died unexpectedly at age 17. Many people are aware of the story of his passing, and some may have read it on previous blogs I used to write on, (which are no longer around) but it is a story/day that has impacted my life, which I will share this year on the fifth anniversary of his death.
I started writing, and actually sharing it with people (through Facebook and such) a week after Christopher died. That was when I started to let my emotions out through words on paper, or on a computer “notepad.” On Christopher’s 19th birthday, I wrote about not believe that he didn’t live to be nineteen. And now here I am, 3 years later, not believing he didn’t make it to live twenty two years. You never know when your last day on earth is going to be, or when you are going to say your very last word to someone. And as sad as it is for me to say this, I can’t remember the last time I saw Christopher before his last day on earth. Christopher and I spent every waking moment with each other when we were younger. He was my best friend. We began to see each other less and less as we got older, but mainly just because we actually began to have schedules. We still saw each other a fair amount, but for the life of me, I cannot remember our last day actually together. What I do remember, though, is the fact that he had texted me on that day. We had only sent about 5 texts each, but I still remember every word, and I saved them on my phone for months, until the day that I accidentally deleted them. I was going through, deleting texts to make room on my phone, and I was going so quick, that in the blink of an eye, our conversation was gone. I was so angry at myself, and cried for a few minutes, but then I thought about it. Even though I didn’t have those messages anymore, I held on to the fact that we talked on that exact day, because God made sure of it. There was no way he was going to take him off this earth without letting me talk to him for the last time. And for that, I am so grateful.
Happy Birthday to my dear cousin, Christopher. I know I’m writing this just a few minutes before your birthday ends, but I was the first to wish you an official ‘facebook happy birthday’ 🙂 I love you, bud.