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Nightmares
Lately I have been having horrible nightmares. You see my cousin Frankie deid on December 13, 2010. He was a great kid, everyone loved him. He was only 20 feet from home when his car wrapped around a tree. We still do not know if he died on impact or was alive for a while after. But, I didn't cry he wouldn't have wanted me to. So, I stood strong and carried and consold my family through it. I had become the back bone of the family. Frankie was a great driver so i still don't understand how this happened.
You see the nightmares are of him dying right behind me and me not bothering to turn around. I hear his screaming but, i can not help. The whole time he is yelling this is all your fault you killed me. All you had to do was pray for me, believe in god for me. The other one is where i am driving down ther same road and all of the sudden he is there. I am so spooked that I crash my car intothe same tree he did.
I am at the point where getting in the car scares the hell out of me
I AM SORRY Frankie. I shouldhave believed for you I am so very sorry. I just need rest.
I have not slept in a week. Last night when i had cought mabye 2 hours of sleep I woke up and was crying like a baby. I wrote the poem Cousin Frankie last night as I cried. It is in his pointof view.
Love,
Alana
You see the nightmares are of him dying right behind me and me not bothering to turn around. I hear his screaming but, i can not help. The whole time he is yelling this is all your fault you killed me. All you had to do was pray for me, believe in god for me. The other one is where i am driving down ther same road and all of the sudden he is there. I am so spooked that I crash my car intothe same tree he did.
I am at the point where getting in the car scares the hell out of me
I AM SORRY Frankie. I shouldhave believed for you I am so very sorry. I just need rest.
I have not slept in a week. Last night when i had cought mabye 2 hours of sleep I woke up and was crying like a baby. I wrote the poem Cousin Frankie last night as I cried. It is in his pointof view.
Love,
Alana