I needed someone just to tell me and promise me that I will be ok and not die. That is when I finally realized that the Vernons were a part of me and will help me out in any situation that I might need help in.One year later the Vernons had moved to Maine and it just tore me apart that I had lost my best friend just like that. I visited quite often, but it just wasn’t the same. I felt like I was missing a whole part of my life. The years went by and about a month before I went to visit again my mom got a call from Mrs. Vernon. My mom’s jaw dropped literally and right then I didn’t know what to expect to hear from her. She hung up the phone and told me that Mr. Vernon had died. He had a bad injury to his ankle and was to stay off of it, but he didn’t and hit his ankle on a chair and that started the blood clot in his leg and that ended up killing him. He is Christian Science and when he told his wife to call 911 she knew something was wrong. A few hours later he had died. I was crushed and it still makes me weak to talk about it. He was like my second father. It just seemed that I had lost everything he had taught or told me. All that knowledge was gone and I had nothing to say about it. I went straight to my room and cried about it for hours. I know about the whole men don’t show emotions, but they do if it is something that really touches their heart. I was just shocked that someone that close to me could just be here one day and gone the next. He always told me to live every day to the fullest because you never know when it could be your last and for him it came way too early. I have used this quote from him to really go out and enjoy the time I have. I have learned that life is too short to worry about the small stuff. I feel I have lost a huge piece of my heart to him that can never be replaced....
