Without or without you

Wow… I am speechless right now. I don’t even think there are words to describe how odd I feel right now. I got a call from my mom last night. Darren, the guy my sister Kerri used to live with before she passed away, was found dead in his van on Thursday. His mom had been trying to get a hold of him for days and finally sent a police car over there. There he was, in his van, not breathing. They are going to do an autopsy and find out when and how he died exactly.

I remember very distictly, as we were leaving the hospital July 16th, 2001, that Darren said he didn’t think he could live without Kerri. I told him that if he were to kill himself, it would be selfish, that everyone that loved him still on earth would feel betrayed. He told me I was right, and that was the last time we ever discussed it. And now, he’s gone… right around the same time Kerri was gone two years ago. It’s a little bit unnerving. I don’t know what to think or feel. There is going to be a memorial service for him on Saturday. Like I said, I don’t know what to feel. But for those who still read my diary, say a little prayer for Darren and his family. It’s just a bit too freaky right now….