Category : Stories

Sub Category : Drama

“Jake was kind so caring. I don’t think I ever met a better person. And he overcame so much. But he was still so kind.” Clara took a moment to wipe the tears forming in her eyes. “His father abandoned him and his mother when Jake was 3, just left. His mother was a junkie alcoholic that beat him. When men would come over to the apartment, she would let them hit him. They were poor, extremely poor. He could barely afford school supplies. The money they had his mother used on drugs. Even with all that he became such a great person. I remember he uses to volunteer at the homeless shelter every weekend. We had too many foster dogs, I lost count!” Clara chuckled to herself. Her eyes were on the verge of tears. “He handled everything with so much care. He was the favorite at the shelter and dogs loved him. I had no idea he was depressed. He told me that the therapy was for stress. I guess he didn’t want to worry me. God,  I just want him back.” Clara had been crying. Everyone in the room was crying or on the verge of tears. “I remember how we met. It was my first day, I was so nervous. I saw him from across campus. Playing that stupid guitar he always plays. Played.” She looked down. “When he proposed there was not even a second of hesitation before I said yes. He was perfect. Kind, giving, smart.  I can’t even believe what happened. I’m still in shock.” Clara wiped her eyes. “I was asked to do the eulogy because his mother was too drunk to even show up to her own son’s funeral. I guess it’s not too unexpected. She was not at his highschool graduation. She hasn’t spoken to him since he tried to get her into rehab.” Clara took a moment to breathe. “I found him at 12:30 at night. My phone had been blowing up with calls, but I just thought he had got another foster dog or something like that. I was out on a night shift. If I just would have come home 30 minutes earlier, I could have saved him. If I just would have picked up my phone. I don’t understand why he did this. He had overcome the limits set for him by his parents. He was going to be a doctor! Everyone loved him. But I guess I’ll never be able to understand.” Clara sniffed. “I’m not mad at him, not at all. I’m just devastated that he is not here with me. He was only 25. He had so much potential. But he couldn’t see it. I love and miss him so much. I just wish he was here.”