Monday, May 2, 2011

Day 29

Someone You Miss



I've never wrote anything in his honor. I never had the opportunity to do so. We we’re buds for as long as I can recall. It was always Gema, Anthony, and I. We ate lunch together, walked to our classes together, played in band together, always moved around when the coach would start picking teams, just so we would end up in the same team. He was the first boy I ever crushed on. And when we got to 6th grade we were boyfriend and girlfriend. For Christmas that year I bought him a CD player. In my mind I thought there was no way he could top that off. But he did. He gave me a 14K gold necklace with a Jesus piece. It was the perfect size and width. I was so excited when he placed it around my neck and then it happened . . . he gave me my first kiss. I know we were children and our minds weren’t in the gutter quite yet but I felt he was the boy of my life. I felt like he was the ONE. 6th grade ended and we were pretty thrilled about middle school. We talked among each other on our expectations, the things we would do and wouldn’t do when we got there. But he never made it to middle school. Two days before my birthday my friend Gema called me and she told me the most horrifying news. At first I thought it was a prank, a very cruel prank ( I would have preferred that shit) but when I heard her crying on the other side of the phone I knew it was unfortunately true. It didn’t hit me right away and I waited until it did. Anthony and his friend were playing in an auto garage when his friend found a gun, a shotgun to be exact. He assumed it wasn’t loaded, and like most children, he started pointing it at Ant. All it took was one shot straight to the chest, and I would never get to hear or see my vivid best friend ever again. I took it as bad as you can imagine. I didn’t eat nor sleep and I even tried to take my own life away . . . several times. I just felt like I never had closure. I was expecting him at my house in two days. I was over at his house four days prior to that wretched day. We played pin ball with the neighborhood kids and hide and seek till the sun went down. And not once did I ever tell him how much I loved him. And I miss him greatly. But God gives me hope, endless amount of it. That one day after this lifetime, he and I will greet each other again, and relive all the memories we could have created here on Earth. I do believe that one day I’ll see you again.

In loving memory of Anthony Joseph Stroud. I may not remember every single day, but know that your still there. And you’ll always be there. For ever and ever more. Peace.

3 comments:

RemarkabLEE said...

Very Touching :(

One Day You guys will meet again!

Anonymous said...

Very touching indeed. You will see each other again, but for now I'm pretty sure he walks with you daily. Thanks, for sharing..

marias

pensivepearl said...

I know so too :}