I’m crying as I write my little thing for Every 15 Minutes…
I guess no matter how much time passes I still miss you.
I remember our Spanish class and how Freddie and I were the youngest ones in there and you were my dance partner.
I swear that teacher somehow thought dancing was going to teach us Spanish, but hey that’s Oxford.
I remember talking to you about the Naval Academy.
You were inspiring. You were everything anyone could wish to be.
We all knew you would make history, but this wasn’t the way we expected.
Losing you wasn’t something any of us wanted.
You were always around JB during lunch. I remember seeing you being a dork.
How could someone so kind, smart, funny, selfless, and extraordinary be taken like this?
You had passion in everything you did. Not a day went by where I didn’t see you smile.
I’m sorry, because you went from being a stranger to suddenly a great friend and being there for me. You were there for anyone and everyone…
So why couldn’t the crash be at 5:35?
I remember my uncle calling my dad and how he found out.
All the ringing phones
The facebook statuses
Oxford lost its sunshine.
2011 isn’t 2011 without you, Dougie.
I know you’re in a better place, but I’m mad.
I can’t stand it. The worse part of it all is I was going to go visit Oxford…
I should have.
I could have seen you being Dougie doing the dougie.
I’m aware this is a ramble and you’re probably looking down smiling at me telling me to relax, but I don’t want your death to be in vain.
It made an impact, but it stayed with me and that’s the same impact I want to be spread across Savanna’s campus.
I swear if these kids had met you they wouldn’t be drinking.
I really hope I get to participate in the program not just the editing with Rebel TV.
This hits home and I just need to do this.
I need to dedicate this to you, in your memory.
200 words and the first word made me cry.
You’re missed Dougie.
The way you lived your life
Even now that you’re gone you’re still here for me.
I’ve gotten this far because of you in many ways…
You showed me what I was capable of and my senior year is for you Dougie.
I can’t look at your facebook right now…if I did I’d put this on there
but everything is hitting me again
All this talk
It’s serious to me
I’m just at a loss
my throat is a knot
you’re missed and loved
I hate days like these I really really hate them
I’m already crying fml
my body aches
I have no one to cuddle with
that one day I’ll bring you happiness like what you bring me.
I hope that one day you’ll see me and I’ll be your happiness