Temporary Part 1:
By: Nick Blythe
Everything is temporary, I wish I knew that back when I first started to think for myself, I learned it the hard way many times. Things Seem to come and go with me, I don’t know if it is a curse or just plain bad luck, Seems as if things are getting worse and worse as I age. I am 23 now, the first lesson I learned about Temporary was back in Elementary school, grade 5 to be exact.
I was a young kid only 10 years old, I don’t have the perfect family but it is all I have, it was a rough year for me not having many friends except one best friend who was one year older than me, I looked up to him and envied his family and his life, he seemed to have the perfect life, His name was Brad Viasin, Brad was a great kid, we seemed to do everything together and only lived a couple houses down and had this Huge house, it had 3 floors, a Sauna a swimming pool and a lot of stuff to play with. I went over there as much as I could cause at the time my Mom and Dad were going through a rough patch and I didn’t want to hear them fight, so I went to Brad’s house, and swam in his Pool, or just hung around with Brad. We went to the same school Brad and I and everyday at Recess and Lunch we would just Play on the playground and enjoy the time outside. Brad had other friends too so sometimes I just was by myself, I didn’t mind it though I liked being by myself (not anymore though).
One day I got a ride to school with my mom in May of 1997, I notice Brad hasn’t shown up to class, I ask my teachers wondering where he is, I start to worry, and couldn’t concentrate all class. After school my mom picks me up again, which is weird, though I didn’t think of it at the time, I was just happy I didn’t have to take the bus with all the other mean kids. I noticed we weren’t on the road to go home, mom was taking me somewhere else. I asked her “Mom where are we going?”
Mom Replied “I will tell you in a bit”
My mom didn’t sound like herself in the car that day she sounded different, sad. Tears started falling down her face, confused I ask her what is wrong.
She only Says, “Nothing son, I will tell you when we get to where we are going.”
She continues to cry.
We Pull into a parking lot, my mom Starts to talk but takes her a few minutes to gather her thoughts. Then with some effort she says: “Honey *sob* your Friend *sob* Brad is Very *sob* sick.”
I didn’t think nothing of it right then, Brad has been sick before, what is different this time? I ask my mom that, and with some more effort she says, “B-Brad is in the hospital sick with pneumonia, he may be with god soon.”
At the time our family still went to church every sunday, now I know it’s a bunch of Bullshit. Anyways back to the story at hand.
I being a 10 year old still oblivious to the fact that this is serious except for seeing my mom crying. We were at the hospital where Brad was staying. My mom and I exit the car and walk up to the big hospital doors, there were a lot of people in the hospital today, and the smell of the hospital is something I will never forget, it smelled like dying, though at the time I didn’t know what death smelled like, but it was one to remember but I couldn’t put my finger on it. As we were walking my mom continuing to cry, I notice a lot of old people, a lot older than mom, maybe older than my grandma sitting in wheelchairs, there are lots of people my moms age and younger in the hospital too, but not as many as older people. We enter a Huge Elevator big enough for 50 people, And we go up to the 3rd floor, and walk a little while.
This floor is different from the main floor, mostly kids here. We walk a little while until we come to a large room, I see Brad laying on a bed, he was hooked up to lots of tubes and stuff, I try to talk to him but there were too many tubes around for him to talk, all Brad could do was make this Mumbling sound like he was trying to say something but couldn’t, I hold his hand I continue to hear this steady beeping from one of the machines,
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…...….he is gone….
I just stood there and watch Brad disappear, the world stopped just for that second, and I was the only one in it. My 10 year old world came crashing down on me like falling bricks, nurses were rushing over to Brad to try and save him, they tried shocking his heart, but I knew in my mind my best friend, my only friend was gone… I passed out from the shock of the Loss. They couldn’t save him. That is when I first learned about everything being temporary.
That story is one of many, That is not the worst that has happened, or the least, It is smack dab in the middle of how I rank my losses. Now I stand here, a week before my 24th birthday, I come up here to think about the past and present. Next week their won’t be anyone shouting “Happy Birthday Elias, Have a great day!” maybe a few wall posts from people I don’t ever talk to because I hate them or we drifted apart, but those wall posts mean nothing to me, I Elias Fedorov has been alone ever since Brad Died. I stand here thinking if I should Jump or not, Every time I come up here I think that but never did it….
I am on the brink of depression the past few days have been making me think of what happened to Brad, and how it all started, but yesterday’s events top anything that has happened lately, I mean I can’t even wrap my head around it, it is so horrifying I am still in shock. Right now I will not go into details, tomorrow is another day and another time to think, Another time to feel like shit.
To Be Continued……………