Faith Ford

Eng. 112

Feb. 10th, 2014

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How Long Will They Mourn Me?

Waking up to know I had a day to plan what I was getting on my graduation cap was probably the most exciting experience I had my senior year. A big red and gold 17 with a prom queen crown right on top. Never would I have thought I’d have to change that 17 to an R.I.P. My friend Issaac Smith was murdered the night of June 16th, 2013, five days before graduation. "I wish it could've been another. How long will they mourn my brother?" This is something I ask myself all the time. The pain from grief and mourning someone is the worst pain you can feel. You feel empty, alone, confused, angry, and so much more. The experience of losing my friend this past summer taught me not to give up and wallow in the pain but to turn that pain into ambition.

First period I had astronomy with Mrs. Sikka. Issaac was in that class with me. He would always manage to put a smile on my first that early in the morning. At one point during the semester I remember he was telling me about his problems with his father. He had to move to New Haven but still went to school in New Britain. He woke up every morning at 4am to get to school but still managed to miss 1st period for about 3 weeks. He missed his lunch period and stayed after school to make sure all his work was caught up in that class. He would always ask me if we took notes or had homework. He was determined to graduate.

When I think about Issaac’s work ethic I get so upset. To know someone so motivated and ready to live life get that opportunity taken away over a pair of sneakers is disgusting. I regret how many opportunities I have passed up because of laziness or just being ungrateful. I have the privilege to further my education meanwhile my friend who would have had the same is lying six feet under. It just makes you think about things differently. It’s terrible how something bad has to happen in order for us to appreciate things like the way we’re suppose to.

Praying is something I did on a regular basis before I prayed at a vigil. When you realize you are praying for a friend who should be holding your hand during that prayer you break down. At that vigil I realized my friend was not coming back. No matter how hard I asked in my prayers I knew he was gone. I thought about the people who actually lost a son, brother, or bestfriend. How could a class work so hard to keep a prom promise yet still have an empty chair at graduation? I’ll never forget that vigil. Strangers crying on stranger. Even though we didn’t know each other  we all had something in common. We were mourning the same person.

Everytime I tell someone where I’m from I get a certain look. “You’re from New Britain? Oh.” I’ll never forget the time I wa telling someone about Issaac and the response received was “Well you should be use to things like happening since you’re from New Britain.” I didn’t know exactly what to say back. I just toned them out and thought about how everyone came together and got each other through this tragedy. We came together as a student body and a city. I remember everyone telling each other simple things like “I love you” and “stay safe”. It was nice to know we were all in it together.