Skhy Cressell

Rookie (3.05.1990 / JC)

Remembering This Day Always - Poem by Skhy Cressell

The day my father walked in and told me that my nephew was dead is a day I will never forget. My nephew, Bradley, was an amazing yet troubled man. He was addicted to drugs and died as the result of his addiction.

My dad had staggered in the room as if in a daze, and I guess he was. “Bradley’s dead.” He whispered. Tears had formed and I remember thinking that it must be true because my dad never cries. My mother had cried out loudly and fallen back in to a seat that was fortunately behind her. My cousin, who visited on and off, brought her hand to her mouth that had seemed to dropp to the floor. “He was so handsome though.” Her words echoed within the silence of our shock.

He was more than just handsome however. My nephew cared about everyone and wanted to help the world. Bradley never thought much of himself, but he didn’t see what everyone else saw easily. He is a diamond in the rough- just waiting to shine! On the other hand, is turns to was and he’s forever stuck waiting in the rough.

It was hard on everyone when we buried him. My sister took it the worst in my eyes being his mother and all. In her defense, seeing him lying so pale and still shook me so much that I ran to my dad’s alcoholic drink in the car for some relief. It never came. It was still just like the day my dad told me he died, the so-called relief you’re suppose to get as time goes on never came with the buzz of alcohol.

I will never forget that horrible, morbid day. It is as much a part of me now as my flesh and bones are. Many would want to forget it all after losing someone you love, but I cannot allow myself the pleasure. That event contributed to the type of person I am now. He has become a part of me.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 15, 2009

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