My
cousin Jason died from a car accident. It was the late morning after my
birthday. He went out shopping, and on his way home it was dark. Him and his
friends in the car my cousin wanted to drive but his friend said no and my
cousin got mad because his friend was drunk so he said no he got this and my
cousin was praying to make it home so he was right up the street from
grandmother house and he was supposed to turn in the curve but instead he went
straight into the tree and smash his car and my cousin eyes was open my mother
woke me up crying screaming at 2 in morning we ran to see him dead in the car
my cousin Jason eyes was open though. He was alive till I shook him, he was
dead. So I ran to hospital to get him to live but he didn’t make it. so now
every weekend I go there to see him on my dirt bike because me and him rode
dirt-bikes all the time we go riding and now that he gone I go riding a lot for
him, and I know he watches over us.
