#taymjacks

A drunk driver ran the red light

and drove right into you.

The screams of your car as it jolts to a horrifying stop.

The sight of gashes,

the sound shattered glass,

the bruises,

the horrifying blood curdling of whitenesses screaming.

The sight was unappetizing to those who saw the accident.

On a Thursday, you crashed your car.

The sounds of the crash forever haunt me

even though I was not there with you.

I’m feeling really empty tonight, just like the night you died.

I still break down in tears,

it hurts so badly still to know you're gone,

it's so fucked up.

The moment I found out you were gone.

I just wanted you to know that I loved you.

My life wouldn't be this difficult if you were to come walking through the front door right now.

But instead I stare at a closed door in a dark room,

with nothing but a candle burning, a notebook and pen.

On a Thursday, you crashed your car.

A drunk driver ran the red light

And drove right into you.

It was your eighteenth birthday.

Your friends survived. You didn’t.

The stars don’t shine for me anymore,

darling they all went away the day you were taken.

You are like my favorite book.

The kind of book that I can never get sick of reading,

even if I have read it a million times.

It's so tragically beautiful.

On a Thursday, you crashed your car.

A drunk driver ran the red light

and driver right into you.

You are terribly missed Aaron Slater.

October 26th 1988 - October 26th 2006

to those who will be spending thanksgiving alone,

to those who have family, but aren’t supported or respected by them,

to those who aren’t ready to be around so much food and so much pressure,