I don’t know where else to write this, so it’s going here. Exactly one year ago today, at this very moment, I was riding home with my parents from Montgomery after winning the state championship in 4A softball. It’s kind of ironic, actually, that today, I’m sitting in Gulf Shores, playing for a national championship in NAIA collegiate softball, but that’s the season for you. We’re wrapping up spring sports, getting ready for summer, etc… but at the same time it’s bittersweet because of another life changing event that occurred on this day last year: the suicide of my best friend’s boyfriend. They’d been together from exactly one week after my boyfriend asked me out, so at this time last year they’d been together two and a half years. He was the kinda guy that would do anything, and I mean anything. My boyfriend had a class with him and said he spent the entire block throwing pencils and sticking them into the ceiling tiles. God love him, he had the attention span of a goldfish sometimes and school wasn’t exactly his thing, but if you wanted to have a good time he’d show you one. Once, someone dared him to go and dive into the long mud puddle beside our sidewalk at school after it’d poured all night… and he did. That was just the way he was, and my best friend wouldn’t have traded him for the world, even though he drive her half crazy sometimes.
For those of you reading this that think you know exactly what happened that night, chances are, you don’t. Unless you were actually there, you probably heard wrong…. and there’s maybe 20 people that can claim they were present and only 4 of them that I’d trust their recollection of it. I’m not going to go into the gory details of it, but I can still remember the sound of that gunshot just like it was yesterday. I was walking inside one of my teammate’s house, carrying the pizza we’d gotten for dinner, when it went off just down the hill from where we were and everyone froze. I had no idea at the time that it was Allen. I had just gotten there and so I thought maybe it was their neighbor- out in the country, firearms can go off at anytime of day or night and it’s completely normal. When i saw everyone else, though, they were pale, kinda shocked. My best friend’s first thought was that he had shot himself, but of course everyone told her no, that wasn’t him, and if it was he was just doing it for attention cause that’s the kind of person he was. However, two of my closest friends and one of their boyfriends hopped in a car and drove down the hill, just to make sure. When they got back, they grabbed another of our teammates’ dad who had some medical training and he went back with them, and from that point on Whitney knew he was hurt, but she didn’t know how bad until her dad finally got there.
He’d gotten out of his truck and she ran to go get back in the truck with him so they could go see Allen and he just grabbed her and blocked her way, and I think that’s when she knew for sure. She started screaming and crying, her stomach started heaving, and I just can’t even begin to describe what that’s like to watch. This girl had been my best friend since 7th grade, had always been my warm-up buddy and hitting partner on almost every team I’d ever played on. She was the closest thing I had to a sister, and to see her like that was heartbreaking… and I’m not even sure that’s a strong enough word for what it was like. Another of her close friends, a teammate, hugged me and we cried together while she fell to pieces in the front yard with her dad. From there, Whitney and I walked into a bedroom of the house we were at and I can’t tell you how long we were in there, but it was, hands down, the worst night of my life. My mother says it was because we were on such a high after winning State, and then we just plummeted to rock bottom like that, but whatever the case, that’s something no one should have to go through.
Now, a year later, life for all of us directly involved that night has changed dramatically. Whitney, a couple of weeks after we buried Allen, found out she was pregnant (this was one of the rumors circulating after his death, that he killed himself rather than support her and a child.). At first, it was like the universe was playing some kind of joke on us. After all, this was a storyline straight out of a Lifetime movie, not something that happened to us or anyone we knew. Nine months later, though, baby Briar was born, and he is the spitting image of his father (HA to all of you who were so sure it wasn’t Allen’s kid.). To be honest, I had mixed feelings about her having a child to begin with, but now… it was the best thing that could’ve happened. Briar keeps her busy. He keeps her moving. There’s no time for her to feel sorry for herself because she’s responsible for him and that’s exactly what she needed. She’s such a good mama, too, and over the past year she’s been so strong. Everyone keeps saying that but she has got to be one of the strongest girls I know, and she wasn’t always that way. She’s grown up… some would say it happened way too fast but there’s a reason for everything, and she’s risen to the occasion gloriously.
Allen, even though he isn’t here in the flesh, is still part of our everyday lives. When I hear the word “suicide,” or see a red Pathfinder, he’s the first thing that comes to mind.
As a matter of fact, in the dream I had of him last night, that’s how I knew who it was- because of that beat up crimson colored Pathfinder he loved so much. It’s only the second time I’ve dreamed about him since that night, but each time the dreams are ridiculously vivid. In the one last night, he was sitting on the side of the road and his truck and the surroundings looked normal, but he was fading. He looked normal when we first made eye contact but when I tore open the driver’s side door and started begging for him to stay, he faded more… It wasn’t like a normal dream, it was one of those where I remembered the dream I had last time inside this dream, so I think that’s why I was begging. I thought it was real life, and he was there but he was leaving and I just couldn’t let him go, not again, and not without him seeing Whitney or her being able to see him. When he finally disappeared, I was left laying over the front seat of that vehicle sobbing, and my dad, who’d been in my car with me, dragged me out. The rest of the dream was stupid- it was about me going to see a therapist because I needed counseling because obviously normal people don’t throw themselves into an empty car begging someone who isn’t there to stay.
I guess… the whole purpose of this post was more for my sake than anything else. It’s turned into a huge dump of everything even related to this part of my life, and maybe that in itself is it’s own form of therapy. What I’m trying to say is that we miss you, Allen. Yeah, I’m still ticked at you for doing that on Alicia’s birthday, on the night of our championship, and for doing that to my best friend. A part of me will always be ticked at you. But I would give anything to have you back. I’m sorry it had to happen like that, and I know you would take it back if you could but you never were one to do things halfway, huh?
Keep watching out for my girl and that gorgeous nephew of mine.
***To all of you reading this, suicide isn’t something you mess around with. Going through what we did has given me a whole new take on it and nothing makes me angrier than to hear people just joke about it. It’s a real thing; don’t let it happen to someone close to you… and if you’re considering it yourself, just think of all the people you would hurt, and all the heartbreak you would leave behind. It’s not something to play with, trust me.