I absolutely never write out exactly how I feel, but today is different. For three years I have not been able to let out my true feelings. On this day three years ago, Kittim Napish Sherrod died of HCM. As a junior in high school I had never heard of this before, neither did a majority of my classmates and friends. But whatever it was, it took the life of Kittim. The most genuine, caring, passionate people I have ever met. On top of being a star athlete at school, I had the privilege of working with him. There was nothing I would not give for another careless shift with him. No matter what mood either of us were in when we got there, we would have fun. Of course, if I was in a bad mood he would give me one of his famous bone-crushing hugs, it was a long running joke we had going that no matter how hard he squeezed that it was only 30% of his strength. On my toughest days I remember those nights and wish he was here to give me one more hug. We may not have been BEST friends, but I adored him. He is my inspiration, and will always continue to be. I strive to be half of what he was. All around me things remind me of him, from the bus number being 24, or walking down the street and nearly having a panic attack because I thought I saw him, when in reality its someone who barely resembles him. I think about him everyday, but on this day especially I relive the horror of losing him. From the minute I received the phone call telling me what happened, through the next couple days being in school and seeing everyone mourning his loss. I have never experienced anything like it. The one and only day of my high school career when you could hear a pin drop in the hall. The only noise you heard was those of tears, or people telling stories about him. Every year on this day I remember this, and spend the rest of the year trying to concentrate on the happier moments.
“Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in track pants, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU… The one who turns to his friends and says, “thats her”….”—