A New Death...?

I never really thought I would write on this blog again... But another death has happend...
His name is (was?) Kevin Baigent.
I didn't really know him that well... He was my sisters exboyfriends, bestfriend...
And my exbestfriends exboyfriend...
I hang hung out with him once or twice. One time, maybe the first time I went over to my friends Alexis' house, his exgirlfriend, but they were only bestfriends at that time, he had stayed over until like 1 a.m. I fell asleep on Alexis' tummy and she fells asleep on Kevins.
He overdoesed just last night.. Everone is put "RIP" on his Facebook wall...
It's just unbelievable that this could happen...
I'm not crying because I hung out with him over like two years ago.
But I'm shocked that this is true... But what if it isn't?? He might just still be in the hospital or something... And this whole thing is mistaken... I have not idea...
And It's not like I'm expecting something from this.. But I just hope he is okay, and it was a fast death...

Death Changes Your Life

Have you had someone you love die?

No? Then you don't know how it is to hurt and burn up inside. This devastation that is eating your insides.

Yes? Then you know how it DOES change your life...

I am making this blog in dedication to a Mr. James Pope. He died Monday. (October 11th, 2010)

I found out from my best friend's sister, right after my cross country practice. When I heard the words I was in shock. Not knowing what to think. Should I cry? Would it be weird to cry over a teacher? MY teacher? That I had in 7th and 8th grade?

No. At that point I didn't cry. The sister told me that he was in a car crash. I texted my mom... I know it sounds weird. But I know, I'm in the 10th grade, who else was I to tell? No one else knew him like I did, at least no one in my contacts did...

So once I got home I called my mom, she said she found an online report about his death... Some 67 year-old lady ran a stop sign and crashed into Mr. Pope's car, spinning him out of control, getting him to hit another vehicle... HE was the ONLY one who was killed. I don't even think anyone else had a scratch on them. I found out later that day, (I'm not sure if they are true.) he had his two little boys in the car with him.

I cry when my mom told me what the report said. And I did not stop. But later I did. And I went on Facebook, where everyone has already found out about the accident... People had put on their statuses of how great of a teacher Mr. Pope was. It made me mad. Why? I have an excuse, but I don’t know why. I really don't.

My excuse:    These people, saying that they loved Mr. Pope and how great of teacher he was. They didn't even have him as a teacher. That is what gets me mad. These people didn't know him!!!! He was one of my favorite teachers; it makes me as if they are mocking him! Saying how much they liked him when they didn't know him! It's like they don't have the right...

His funeral is this Saturday, I have Homecoming this Saturday, I have a graduation for my 2 kids that I am tutoring to go to, and I have a hair/make-up appt. that day also... How perfect? I want to go to the visitation. That’s it. The funeral... I can't handle that...

Mr. Pope was a good man... Monday, I look in my year book... He wrote in it... "Thank you so much for putting up with me for 2 years. I hope you have enjoyed the class as much as much as I've enjoyed having you in my classes." To be truthfully honest with you, I hated the classes I had with him; the only reason why I went in the second year is because of him. And I stayed in the class, because of him.

I am sad to think that your children couldn't have had their share of 18 years while they were growing up, Mr. Pope. How they will wonder when you will come home. Just because someone has just nice enough to not stop at a stop sign... I wish that this wouldn't have happened.

I wish I could have said something to say good-bye to you, Mr. Pope. I do love and miss you, even if it has only been two days. I wish I could have done something to have stopped this from happening to such a wonderful man like you. One that did care about me, and also about everyone else.

Now to talk about how this affects your life. I am an artist, a photographer. I see things in a different way. Ever since Monday, I see something’s in a completely different way. I look at a 4-way stop sign thing and I want to cry. I see a tree. And I think why that tree can still live after a stupid hurricane, but Mr. Pope couldn’t survive a crash... Why?