A Heartbreaking Things I Changed My Life: The Death Of An Angel

This will be the first time I have ever put this down on paper. The most tragic and heartbreaking thing I have ever experienced. The first time in my life I had ever questioned God. The death of an angel, my baby cousin Varity, has changed my perspective on life forever.
This nightmare began on Saturday, October 6, 2012. I sat selling tickets at a baseball tournament while my mother and sister were watching the game taking place. Around five that afternoon as I began to close up the ticket gate my mother was on Facebook and saw a post saying to please pray for my aunt and her family as they were in a horrible accident. She walked away from me to call my dad and find out why he had not called her to let her know. I knew something was wrong

I remember my mom telling us with her shaking voice as tears flowed down her face “Varity is gone”. After hearing this news my household fell apart. I went into denial and started screaming and crying as did my sister. No one could believe the reality that Varity had passed. The pain was so terrible that I had to call my best friend just to have someone prove to me it was real. I was in shock. I had never felt such a pain before; the feeling I had is still hard to explain even to this day. There was just an emptiness and sorrow with no end to the pain in sight. After I was able to stop crying over an hour later, it was time to pack my bags because we were leaving for Ohio that next morning. We arrived that night and that is when the tears really began to

You could tell just by the atmosphere in the hallways that there had been a tragedy. There was silence as we took the elevator up as if the elevator even knew that something tragic had happened. As we walked out of the elevator, though things suddenly became even harder. There were murmurs and tears. Tissues and empty food boxes littered the floor as if the janitors had not cleaned in days when in reality it had only been since the time of the accident yesterday. There was family everywhere, but they all looked lost. Like when you see a duckling looking for its mother and it just can’t seem to operate unless it has its siblings and mom. That’s what my family looked like. We were lost. My uncle met us as soon as we walked off the elevator and sadly enough the first thing he did was hug my mother and through tears apologized for the death of Varity, “I’m so sorry, I never even saw the car. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. Please forgive me”. He then continued to apologize and told her that he tried to save my middle cousin. He said that he did CPR until the ambulance got there and to please forgive him. My uncle blamed himself since he was the one driving when the accident occurred. There was no possible way that my uncle could have prevented the accident. He looked left and right, but the road was hilly and the sun was setting just right that he never saw the truck coming. Their car was