So, does anyone remember when I spoke about Trevor's death in February? Well, Friday was Trevor's Birthday. My friend since middle school, Kevin, posted on Instagram about Trevor and how much he missed him... shortly before a car crash took his life, too.
My mother called me on Sunday after she and my stepfather came out of church, but I missed it, so I called her back, thinking it was a family thing. Here's how it went:
Me: *picks up the phone, rather confused* Hey, Mommy! Sorry I missed your call. Is everything okay?
Mommy: *totally calm like the boss she is* Well, honey, it's not good news. You remember Kevin?
Me: *fearing the worst starts walking around my room, shaking my head* Nononononononononono, please tell me he's okay? Is he okay?!
Mommy: *sighs sadly* The funeral's tomorrow...
Man, I broke down at that instant and I thought I had died in his stead. I was crying over the phone, and I couldn't control it. This morning was better, but not by much. I saw his casket being lowered, then the men shoveling dirt on top of it, smoothing the dirt enough to cover the casket and fill up the hole. My friends and I could only watch in sorrow as we said our final goodbyes, and we broke down even further.
Kevin was one of the nicest, funniest, best drum major we had ever known. He was our comic relief, our shoulder to cry on, and a cheerful virus in the way that anything he said could make you feel better. God, I miss him... Please pray for his friends and family, because the Lord knows they need it more than the stoic corpse we broke down in front of.