emptily passion.
April 19, 2007
thats a good title, so I’m going to leave it, but I’m not going to address it in this post.
Today one of my brothers friends died in a plane crash.
I want to tell about him.
His name was Kyle. Kyle Runciman. He was super super skinny, and generally laughing or making fun of something. He played water polo with Kyle (my brother), this year KB(my Kyle) got put on Varsity, but KR stayed on JV. He played goalie. KB laughed and told me that KR really wasn’t all that good, but it was ok. There were three Kyles who went through Manchester, Computech and then Edison together. KR KB and KW. they ran track together, (KR was really fast), did cross-country (I think, i might be remembering wrong), and then moved on to polo in high school.
KR did forensics. apparently he was good.
its so funny how all these little details from random conversations I’ve had with my brother keep popping into my head. all these little things that I want to write down now.
i was crying earlier, and people were asking if i was alright. and i am. and i will be. but thats not why i was crying. and i don’t know what any one could do to make me feel better. I’m at even more of a loss as to what i should do with my brother. I sent him an I love you text. I don’t know if I should call him, or let him grieve at home with friends. or what. i want so badly just to be home with him right now. just to hug, or make stupid jokes (KR always did laugh at monty python references) or something.
i’ve known of him since he was like nine or ten i bet. maybe before that. i was friends with his sister in sixth grade. its so crazy to me. so weird that he’s not alive any more. weird that it was just so fast.
he died in a small plane crash. apparently he and his dad were flying. both died today. in kern county.
his mom called the school, and had them call out six of his closest friends. (i don’t know that he went to edison this year.) today. today. like this morning. and then my mom called me, to tell me, as she was driving to pick up kyle in the middle of the school day
oh dear Jesus. what else do I say. oh dear Jesus. Be with my brother, be with his friends. be with Mrs. Runciman, she doesn’t have either of the men in her life any more. oh dear Jesus, i don’t even know.
