I stood there as they came in the door

I was only seven

Perhaps too young to understand

But I knew what had happened.

I noticed that they weren't crying

I wondered why

Only now do I realize

They were being strong for me

I knew what had happened

I had guessed it would go that way

All along

But I still couldn't belive them

As I heard in my ears

"I'm sorry, Victoria."

I wanted to cry out

I wished that it was a joke.

Then I looked at them

And heard those fatefull words-

"He's gone."

It was then that I realized

I never said goodbye

I should have told him

Not to drive that day

I should have told my grandparents

That they were allowed to cry too

I still miss him

And now he will never know

Of all the people,

He should be blessed with life

But on that day

We were cursed with Death