by Kassandra Rosemar Sejas-Padilla
Every story comes with different sides/perspectives, here is mine. A year ago today started off like any another day, some pep band event in the early morning, followed by a group trip to the Chick-fil-A on campus to swipe as many chicken sandwiches possible. After “pepping” for several hours in the sun and filling up your stomach, one deserves a cold shower and a nice long nap. **Earlier that day plans were made to go to Shyndigz later that night** After waking up from my nap, I call home and talk to my parents to check in and let them know what I had planned for the night. Then, my roommate and I hopped in the car and headed to our friends place to pick him up. That was when I received the phone call about my cousins passing from my dad. You would not believe how many times I replay in my head what my dad said. My world stopped. Nothing made sense anymore. I was confused and could not move. I kept apologizing to my friend and roommate about not being able to follow through with our plans. I just wanted to get my sister and drive home as soon as possible to be with my family. Whatever happened between then and getting my sister from her dorm is all a blur, but what happened afterwards I remember vividly.
The drive home was quiet. Our main focus was getting home. After what seemed like forever on the road home, we finally arrived to my cousins house and that’s when reality hit me.
I’m not going to lie, this past year has been pretty tough for all of us and I don’t think it’ll get easier, but the memory of you keeps us going.
I love and miss you cuzzo.