A Final Good-Bye

Submitted by:

Freed Allin

 

I was 16 years old, in High School, and deeply into my first love/infatuation. Paul (not his real name) and I had known each other since 6th grade but had only fallen in love when in High School. 

While any sixteen year old in first love will think he/she is the only one to feel this way ever on the entire planet, Paul and I really did have an uncommon bond, as if we were soul, or siblings.  It stands as the strongest bond I have ever had to another human being besides members of my immediate family.   We spent countless hours in his room just listening to music and staring into each other's eyes and making plans for the future.  We had a little world that only we lived in, and it remains to this day one of the happiest, most peaceful, and exciting places I have ever been.

Tragically, Paul and I had a lover's quarrel, about what I can't remember, so I accepted another boy's invitation to the Spring dance. 

During a party after the dance we got the news that there had been an accident and it may have involved Paul.  We went home immediately and actually drove by the accident on the way home although we did not know it was Paul's.  A black car was at a 45 degrees angle leaning against a telephone poll on a curvy rural road a little outside of town. There was a Haz-Mat crew at the site. I remember how eerie the scene looked with these men in their "space suits" and the unnatural location of the car.

The next day we found out that was indeed the accident.  Paul, another boy from our school, John, and three kids from a different High School were traveling in the direction of the dance when Paul, who was driving, swerved to miss a car in the next oncoming lane. They had all been drinking.

Two of the kids from the other school who were in the back seat died.  John, a very good friend who had been sitting in the front seat, later told me that he watched Paul who was alive immediately after the accident slip away before his eyes and before the paramedic crew arrived.  Paul was badly injured and could barely speak as he went in and out of consciousness but John talked with him until he passed away. John tried to exit the car not realizing he was several feet off the ground.  He sustained further injuries from the fall.  Having seen the accident, I knew exactly what he meant.

The last tragic detail came at the hospital where all of the kids were taken.  The hospital had misidentified Paul's body as John's.  When John's parents came to identify their son, they realized it was Paul and had to call his parents with the news.  John suffered severe mental trauma and questioned why he had not died instead.

I myself couldn't help but think, what if we hadn't fought, what if...what if...what if...

The fear, anger, dread, and loss hit me like a truck. I couldn't get the thought out of mind and was beside myself for days, raging with guilt.

It was one of the first major losses in my life. And by far the most brutal. To, on top of everything else, have to think about the scene that John described, to think of this young vibrant kid and how gruesomely he left the world...it was almost too much to bear.

Because there was drinking involved and injuries to the people in the other oncoming car we were told there would be a trial and I might be called as a character witness for Paul to help the Prosecution and his family.

I really didn't know how I was going to handle the that. I didn't want to relive any of it.  I felt as if I would never be released from the pain and guilt that were consuming me. 

Then, very late one night, I was alone doing homework at my desk in my room.  Suddenly, slowly and strangely, I felt something, a presence in the room with me.  The hairs on the back of my raised up and I was filled with fear.  I turned toward my bed and there, sitting quietly in the same red cardigan sweater he always wore, was Paul.  I was petrified, but the look on his face was so peaceful, so concerned.  I heard him say, 'I'm all right.'  I don't know if I heard it in my mind or if he actually spoke to me.  But he told me 'not to worry about him anymore,' he told me again that 'he was alright' and that he wanted me to stop worrying because it wasn't my fault.'   I turned away for a moment in shock and when I turned back, he was gone.

I believe that the strong connection we had in life allowed him to come back to me and comfort me one last time and most importantly, to say good-bye. I never would have made it through the trial without knowing from him that I was not blamed, and still loved.  It also replaced the memory of his tragic end.  I will always remember the look on his face and that beautiful red sweater.

And I will be eternally grateful to know that he was alright.

Graciously submitted by:  Freed Allin

 

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