December 7th has alot of different meanings to me. It is both happy and sad.
December 7th, 2001 - My 18 year old cousin Anthony was killed in a car accident. This was the first time that I anyone I knew died. My grandfather died a few years eariler, but he had been sick for a long time. He had lived a long, fullilling life. Anthony was taken at such a young age. It's hard to imagine why god would take someone so young and so innocent. I guess that everything happens for a reason. There was a reason he lived and there was a reason he died.
December 7, 2006 - Ryan was born. He was born and he changed my whole life. I never knew what it meant to love another person so unconditionally. To love someone you barely knew. I felt that he had part of me. I dont think it was a concidence that Ryan was born on the same day that Anthony died. I think he was born to turn December 7th from a sad day to a happy one. To remind us of the important things in life. Life turns into death...that's what makes this world go round. The most important part of Ryan being born is that I feel he has a part of Anthony inside of him. Everytime I look at him, I remember Anthony. He is here because of Anthony, I truely believe that.
3 comments:
he has grown so much it was so nice to see you guy today. h- h-b Ryan. it's nice your have fond memories of your cousin danelle hope you have a great week keep writing. s.
i remember that day for nothing but positive reasons = )
but that's sad about your cousin.
Thank you so much for coming Sheri. It was nice to see you guys. Ryan loves his present, thank you.I hope we get to see you guys again soon :)
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