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  I never knew that a life can be taken away from someone so quickly. Life and death is really scary when you really think about it. My uncle Casey was nineteen when he died. He was on his way home from work driving on Highway 4 when a raccoon jumped in front of his car. He swerved and drove straight into a tree. There was more detail towards the crash, but it’s still very hard to talk about it. I met my uncle the year before his death at a barbecue we held for him at my aunt’s house. He had the most beautiful blue eyes ever, you could almost get lost in them. We never really spent a lot of time together and I wish he was still around.

  That same year we had a family get together for fourth of July, we went on first street to watch the fireworks and had the most wonderful time ever. I don’t remember spending time with him their, but I remember us sitting on a recliner chair together. I felt uncomfortable around him and only god knows why but I wish I could of held him tight and never let go. I wish I could of told him how much I loved him, but I never got the chance. Sometimes I ask god why he took Casey away from us all and I’m still a little lost.  

  The day of his death I receiveda phone call, I had just gotten out of school and was walking in the breezeway with my friend. I could hear my mom sobbing and crying as she told me this. I stopped dead in my tracks, I collected the words she said and said them slowly to myself. I remembering screaming in the breeze way as everyone stared at me. I remember yelling, “But he’s so young! He’s only nineteen.” I pulled myself together as friends tried to wipe away the tears. He was gone and he wasn’t coming back.

  The viewing of his body was the most horrifying thing ever to go to. We waited in a huge line to go see Casey. It was almost like a line to go to on a ride, but not that exiting. I got tired of waiting and asked my mom if i could skip it and go sit down, she nodded her head. Were I was sitting you could see a clear view of the body. He was motionless, breathless. I looked down and cried, I was expecting anything like that at all. I’m not the type of person to cry a lot, I almost never show my emotions but i couldn’t help it. I fell on my cousins arms and said, “That’s not my uncle Casey.”

  I think the death of Casey brought our family more together and more closer. Now every time we see each other we hug each other tighter. We tell each other how much we love one another more often than usual. We all no know how fast death can occur and we deffiently don’t want to loose another person of our family.