About two weeks ago my friend Eva died I was pretty sad because I had talked to him the week that he died. He was my friend from summer camp. He was so sweet and childish. ( i like childish) He was honest and curious. He was about knowing people. He had a twin brother, Jordan. They were both basketball players and two of the sweetest people you might ever meet. Now Jordan has a dead twin. I constantly find myself wondering how bad Jordan feels.
Evan apparently had some kind of sleeping disorder. He had to got to the hospital back in March to get checked on and according to the brain tests he was ok. He was perfectly normal. He died in his sleep. I'm glad he died without pain. I'm glad that he is up in heaven. I'm not glad that he is gone and that I will no longer recieve his text messages. I'm not glad that I talked to him before he died. I am glad that I knew him and that he was my friend. I will miss Evan sooo much. I will miss everything about him like the way he didn't understand why enjoyed running more than playing basketball. I will miss how he always hungry.
Yesterday I went to Evans wake, you know to see the body and say your final goodbyes. As I appproached his coffin and looked at his face, he wasn't Evan. He wasn't my friend. He didn't look the way he did when he was alive. There was a picture of him next to the coffin along with a writing about him. The picture was Evan not the body. I felt awful so I cried. I felt for his mother, his father and his twin brother. I felt for his basketball team who'd lost their player. I felt for everyone who had lost Evan. I didn't understand how people at the wake could smile as they looked at him because I couldn't even control my own tears. I regret not touching his body and not saying goodbye. He was my first friend to ever die. RIP Evan iloveyou<3