submissvelilbrat
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i recently told someone abut this, so i suppose that is why it is on my mind now. when i was 19, i was engaged to someone i will always have a very deep love for. i moved to the east coast for a year for the opportunity to travel before marrying. he was fine with this..encouraged it..we had it all planned. he would come to NY for thanksgiving, i would return for christmas, he would come out for my birthday, i would come back for the summer, then he would come out in September and we would drive back home, and get married. two weeks after i arrived in NY, i called and asked if he would send the last of my things to me. he said, "no problem, i will call you when they are on their way and let you know when you can expect them." he drove down the canyon to my friend's house to pick up the things and take them to UPS. after several hours, i still hadn't heard from him, and figured he had gone out with friends. later that evening, his mother called me and told me he had rolled his jeep in the canyon. he had been ejected from the vehicle, and it had rolled over him. he died. his mother told me, "don't bother coming out for the funeral, i don't want you here. if you hadn't been so selfish and gone to NY, he would still be here." i desperately wanted to come home, to go to the funeral, to see him one last time.....but i was afraid to show up at the funeral after what she had said...i didn't know what she would do if i did. i didn't go back for those reasons, and have regretted it, but still wonder if there would have been a scene if i had. i was embarassed after she said that to me, because what if i had stayed? would he still be around? what if i hadn't asked him to send my things? i still struggle with this sometimes...what if...a wonderful game, any number can play, and the possibilities are nearly endless. 12 years later i finally had the courage to go to his gravesite. i apologized to him for asking him to send my things, for going to New York, and for not coming back for his funeral. i sobbed and sobbed at his grave...he was a wonderful person, my first for many things, and i will always love and miss him.
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Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely, in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting... HOLY SHIT! WHAT A RIDE!
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