A few days ago I woke up at about 5ish to Bryant sitting beside me on the edge of the bed. I didn't know why I woke up but there I was. Now I know I've already mentioned this in the past but sleep and I don't mesh well together anymore. So when I do finally fall asleep I am beyond irritated if I'm woken up suddenly. Instead of yelling at him for bugging me like I so often do, I got up and went to the kitchen for a drink. I chugged it down and raced back to my bed to curl up and pray that I'd be able to fall asleep again. But shockingly I couldn't fall back asleep which never happens to me at that time of the morning. I grabbed my phone to play my games and a text message came across my phone at that very moment.
Before I looked I felt as if I was being punched in the gut and it took me a second to catch my breath. Weird I remember thinking. Wtf was that? It was Dah. Now, I haven't talked to her in about a month. As I read her texts I could tell she was in panic mode, they were all so frantic. Dah plz, I need you, its a 911. She never messages me like that, with such urgency, so I knew that this had to be something bad. Something that I didn't wanna hear but I already knew deep down in my sore gut. I started to text back T-R but quickly erased it knowing that that would have been the last thing I needed to say at that moment. So instead I typed out, "What's wrong?" Even though I already knew the answer. The love of her life, the man that she was going to marry had passed away an hour or so before. She was hysterical when I was finally able to speak to her. She just kept repeating that her baby was gone and she didn't know what she was gonna do. I could feel her sadness radiate through the phone and it was overwhelming. I don't what I would do if I was put in a situation like that, I would shut down I'm sure. What would you do if you lost your reason for being?
Before I looked I felt as if I was being punched in the gut and it took me a second to catch my breath. Weird I remember thinking. Wtf was that? It was Dah. Now, I haven't talked to her in about a month. As I read her texts I could tell she was in panic mode, they were all so frantic. Dah plz, I need you, its a 911. She never messages me like that, with such urgency, so I knew that this had to be something bad. Something that I didn't wanna hear but I already knew deep down in my sore gut. I started to text back T-R but quickly erased it knowing that that would have been the last thing I needed to say at that moment. So instead I typed out, "What's wrong?" Even though I already knew the answer. The love of her life, the man that she was going to marry had passed away an hour or so before. She was hysterical when I was finally able to speak to her. She just kept repeating that her baby was gone and she didn't know what she was gonna do. I could feel her sadness radiate through the phone and it was overwhelming. I don't what I would do if I was put in a situation like that, I would shut down I'm sure. What would you do if you lost your reason for being?