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I heard my phone humming on the kitchen table, I was pouring lucky charms into a plastic bowl and my heart dropped. I just knew it wouldn’t be a casual “how are you doing?” type of phone call. Phone calls from this person were rarely anything but bad news. It was a muggy summer day; the kind where it’s too hot to even go outside and enjoy yourself for more than five minutes without wanting to retreat back into the comfort of air conditioning. The air conditioner was screaming and putting up a fight to keep the house cool. “Leah, you might want to sit down.. Tyler passed away last night.. I haven’t heard all the details yet but I know it wasn’t good” my heart dropped. I had a lump in my throat the size of a golf ball, and my first reaction was …show more content…

He also lived in the apartment complex and stopped over to drop something off and decided to stay and play with the kids until their mom got home. He loved those kids as if they were his own siblings by blood. He loved their mom too; she was not only a mother figure to him but grew to become one of his very best friends. I fell asleep quite early and barely even talked to him. Just said a simple “hi, nice to meet you” and then went back into my own world of texting and scrolling tediously through Facebook. But as I spent more and more time at the apartment complex I began to see him much more. At one point in time I saw him every-other day if not every day. I even had a crush on him for some time. I of course never admitted it to him though. We grew very close in a short amount of time and within 2 months of knowing him I considered him one of my best friends. He was such a blunt person and I absolutely adored it. He would tell me the hard truth when no one else would. He was an excellent listener and an even better shoulder to cry on. He wasn’t worried about who did or didn’t like him he only focused on himself and the people he loved; he was so genuine. I don’t think I will ever meet another person in my life that will even compare to …show more content…

She was too young to understand. She resembled Tyler in so many ways that it was almost comforting to see her smile and hear her laugh. I heard the funeral was crowded; I heard it was an absolutely beautiful service as well. I wouldn’t know for myself though, because I didn’t go. To this day I regret not going to his funeral and again feel like I should have been a better friend before he had even passed away. I know it wouldn’t have stopped the accident from happening but it would have given me more closure and peace of mind instead of

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