Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Brandie Danielle Davis, Murdered
I knew her. We went to middle school together. A lot of us who remember her are in mourning. We cannot believe the story. A couple of people heard she was stabbed to death in her apartment. But it is just a rumor... Apparently, she was strangled...
Now, I am sure all of you are expecting a "life is so precious" post. However, I am going to try and steer away from the usual. It is the reason I began to post this three different times and stopped myself. Oddly enough, I needed inspiration. I needed kind words to fill my heart and mind...
Really, I needed a heavy heart and mind. I am sick of cliches and prefer not to be associated with them.
It seems I have lost many peers and friends as I have grown. Most of them I knew from the time I was in middle school. It is a sad thing to have such a past with someone and it just fall away so unexpectedly. I remember when our class lost those friends... There were many rumors floating around. And I am still angry at the administration for not being upfront with us. The moment you lose a friend, you face reality with an even heavier heart, and as such, deserve to know the truth.
I remember when James Jarman died. He was a sweet boy--a boy a few of my friends hate to remember passing. The day we found out, our principal came into the classroom and told us of the horrid news. My 4th-period teacher could not stop crying. That day, rumors were flying around that he hung himself. Why such a happy boy would do such a thing in the 7th grade, I am unsure, but it was a rumor that stuck. Our principal refused to tell us anything--even his best friend.
There have been other rumors to fly around at the time of a teen's death... Chad Walker dying from being crushed by his own truck... Ashley Lane's lungs collapsing after smoking despite her asthma...
I have been hurt many times by the loss of a friend. And I just wish we all knew the truth behind it. I wish we all knew what happened and why it happened.
When I was in middle school, until about 8th-grade, Danielle and I did not get along. She was always the girl that was prettier and more popular than I. She was the preppy girl to which I felt inferior, until I finally got to know her. The very fact that I still remember her means something. If you leave a person's life and are still remembered, know you have left just enough impact. You do not have to be Superman to be someone. I feel terrible for her family and for those friends who did stay in contact.
Brandie Danielle Davis, you will be missed.