| If you've managed to find this section of my page, I feel that you deserve somthing for your extreme luck or I told you how to find it so I thought you were worthy of seeing all of this. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is my story. On May 31st 2002, I met a wonderful girl name Liz. She made the ordinary grays of the world turn back into color for me. Just thinking about her made my day beautiful. Several months passed and we began to understand eachother like no one ever had before. It became obvious to me that I was actually in love. Unfortunatly we were both going through a lot of shit and neither of us could handle our own and the others, so the relationship began to crumble. During this time I ended up sleeping with another girl and I ended up getting her pregnant. The night I found that out was the night I got back together with Liz. She found out when the girl called her. Despite this, Liz told me she loved me and that nothing would change that. We were back. For a summer I lived with her and her best friend. It was a trying time as we both were getting to know each other again. At the end of the summer, she went back to school and I got a job so I would be able to get an education. She came down one weekend and although I was quite intoxicated, I finally found the words I needed to tell her exactly how I felt about her and what I wanted from life. At this point it was decided that we were going to get married. The next morning she wasn't feeling well and it later got so bad that I took her to the hospital. She had little red spots on her and her legs were a little numb. The docter did all sorts of tests and gave her a spinal tap, which was the most horrific experience I have ever seen. After all this, they said she would be fine and sent us on our way. I took her to bed and she fell asleep. Over the next few hours, I was watching her and I noticed her small red spots had turned to large purple spots. I lifted her up and ran her to the car. On the way to the hospital she started saying she couldn't breath. I told her I loved her and felt her hand go limp in mine. 10 seconds later I was at the hospital but it was too late. On september 22nd 2003, Elizabeth Joy Huddleson died of menengitis on the way to the hospital. I watched the world end. Sleep well kitty. |
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