As I was approaching to the house, I saw the ambulance drive away with the lights on but no siren. I got to the house, parked my car, got out to see my aunt and Miguel’s older sister crying and holding each other while being questioned by the police. I could not help but feel a cold burst of wind against my face and down my spine. I asked what happened and what they told me broke my heart into a million pieces. My aunt answered my question with “I walked to the backyard and saw him laying facedown with the gun beside him”. I was not capable of processing what had just happened, I was stuck, I felt like everything and everyone around me just stopped and it was only me in this nightmare that seemed to have to …show more content…
I had never hurt so much before, I never imagined the day I lost someone so close to be would come so quick. Miguel was such an amazing person. He was mature, responsible, hilarious, he was such an outgoing and caring person. He was what you could say “the man of the house” since his dad had been deported a couple years ago. He had one older sibling and three younger siblings. I had dreams of growing old with him, of raising our children close like we were, of him being a godfather to one of my children, of him being one of the groomsman at my wedding, or celebrating every holiday together. It has never been the same and it never will be. I have a hole in my heart that will never be able to be full again. He was not here to see me graduate or go onto college, he missed out on my 18th birthday and he has missed out on some of the best days that could have been more memories. Sometimes all I need is a hug from him or to hear his laugh and that would be all it takes to make me feel better. He played the role of being my big brother while my big brother went off into the navy when I was 10. He was a great friend, a great son, brother and cousin. I miss him so much but I know he is in a better place and is no longer in