-finding out that someone you love and are related to dies.
-finding out that they died because they got pulled over, supposedly pulled a gun, and was shot at by the cop that pulled them over
-knowing your uncle, the father of the dead relative who is also a cop, was the second person on the scene and had to identify the body
-getting called at five o'clock to find out your cousin died.
-crying and crying not for yourself, but for the fact that your cousin's sister and daughters, mother, and father will never see them again
-knowing your uncle has to work with the man who shot his son.
-knowing that in a year or less you will forget about your cousin because his name won't be on anyone's lips or minds after he is buried.
-knowing that after the funeral, you will think about him for a few weeks before the numbness takes over your mind and you resume your daily routine
-knowing you are disappointed in yourself because you know you will forget what happened to him today.
What slaps you across the face? Because today has been pretty crappy. Sam.
-finding out that they died because they got pulled over, supposedly pulled a gun, and was shot at by the cop that pulled them over
-knowing your uncle, the father of the dead relative who is also a cop, was the second person on the scene and had to identify the body
-getting called at five o'clock to find out your cousin died.
-crying and crying not for yourself, but for the fact that your cousin's sister and daughters, mother, and father will never see them again
-knowing your uncle has to work with the man who shot his son.
-knowing that in a year or less you will forget about your cousin because his name won't be on anyone's lips or minds after he is buried.
-knowing that after the funeral, you will think about him for a few weeks before the numbness takes over your mind and you resume your daily routine
-knowing you are disappointed in yourself because you know you will forget what happened to him today.
What slaps you across the face? Because today has been pretty crappy. Sam.
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