It was the summer going into my sixth grade year, the summer that started a life of never asking the famous question “what if?”
Take it back to the year 1994 a month after I turned one, a single bullet changed the life of a family who had a pretty long journey ahead of them. My family, a family well known in fact, a family known to be a close net, hardworking, happy, funny, a ambitious family. Well all the description of a family who had it all together got altered that year.
I sometimes catch myself thinking of the incident,the blood stains on the wall, the eyes that witnessed it, do the witnesses still have nightmares of it, did there lives get altered as well? The thoughts that went through his mind before he did “it”. Well I suppose he wasn’t thinking much considering there was no bullets in it,a jammed one yes. He didn’t know or did he? The story went, they were partying he was drunk wanted to show off and maybe scare a few girls, put the gun to his mouth and “Oh my gosh!He shot himself!Johnny!”John Rubio,18 year old, a brother,cousin,nephew,grandchild,boyfriend, a son was dead at the scene.
This one death changed my life forever as well as my whole family.I like to think things happen for a reason, weather it be for the good or the bad. In my case it was for both. My father once said to me , “Your child could’ve died 20 years ago and everyday for you will be still a memory of that day your child died,events that will never take place with that person a memory you hold but a memory that will be stuck in place a memory of your child that wont further on ,your stuck in knowing time stopped for that child but that timed stopped for them is still carried on to you”
