Death Should Bring Togetherness

Death, the end of a life, the loss of someone dear to you. People fear death. WE try everything we can to try and live forever. Scientist doing studies to find that solution that brings immortality. The monsters the society come up with are even immortal in away. Zombies, mummies, vampires, and werewolves, they all live longer then humans somehow, but what I want to understand is how people let death cause destruction in their life instead of being togetherness. I have dealt with death three times in my life but two of the deaths both caused destruction in my life some way.

The first death was my great grandma. She was a wonderful lady. She used to babysit me while mother worked. Once I no longer needed a babysitter I did not get to see grandma as much. That is the one thing I regret is not seeing her more. The sad thing I remember about grandma’s death is how the family fought over the stupid dog she had while grandma was laying on her death bed, inside the house. Even now that she is gone the family still do not talk to one another. Siblings fought over who got to keep grandma’s house and land. Lawyers got involved then someone got it and now no one is allowed to step one foot on the property. I know grandma isn’t happy to look down at us not talking to each other, being divided because we have big egos. It’s stupid.

The second death, was the death of my best friend. He died in the car accident we got in., not sure if he died at the scene or on the way to the hospital since I was told different things from his mother. His death caused destruction because people blamed my boyfriend, who drove, and me for his death. People said we purposely killed him. I get it from his mother, who even got a lawyer in hope to pin something us, because it’s a grieving process, but when friends blame us it makes no since. My boyfriend and him were best friends for years, so I don’t get how they could accused him for “murdering” him. I get it for them to point fingers at me. I mean, I do blame myself a little. How I look at it is, if I didn’t become friends with him and let him use my car to get to his football games, he wouldn’t have died in a car accident with my car. My other thing is to me if I was “supposedly trying to kill my friend”, why would I have gone out of my way to take care of the kid. I let him live with me, I spend over a thousand dollars for that kid, getting him food, got him three hundred-dollar sunglasses so he wouldn’t use his rent money to get them. I loved him. My boyfriend and him were my boys. I toke care of them, toke them into my heart and into my life, hell I even pictured the three of us living in an apartment together some day. I was confided how well the three of us got along, we were all going to be together for years, but then it was suddenly cut short. Nothing could ever prepare me for that, especially when I was there when it happened.

Even now somedays I wonder what the three of us would be like if he was still here. I now live with my boyfriend, so I wonder if Micheal, my friend, would be with us too and figure out where the three of us would all sleep. I’m getting cared away. My point is, death should not make people go against each other, instead we should be coming together helping each other through these tuff times.