Today, a random number texted me saying, "hi." I didn't recognize the number so i replied with "Hey, who's this?" he responded, acting all hurt that I had lost his number. I, not used to people not knowing about my brothers' death, responded with, "Well, when my brother died, my old phone went with him." Jon, one of Robert's old friends from elementary (more specifically, my 6th grade year, aka Robs 8th), was the person on the other line, and he freaked out. Jon now lives in Texas, so he hadn't even heard of the crash on the news. He said he was "sad, and didn't know how to react." He then asked how it happened. I explained, of course, but not easily. I hate having to explain how he died- it brings the images back. He was utterly surprised, and, like everyone else, said how he didn't think Robert would be the first of our group to go. He wasn't a risk-taker, if anything, he was kinda a wimp (i can say this because he's my brother. Anyone else says it, they won't know what hit them.) So, Jon was really surprised about it all, as everyone was. I feel bad for not telling him sooner, i thought he knew already. I post something about Robert on my facebook at the very, very least once a week, and Jon is on my facebook, making it so i just figured he picked up on it.
Last night, I was laying in bed before I fell asleep and i was thinking (which of course, prevented me from sleeping. I didn't fall asleep until around 430, then i had to get up at 730.) i started thinking about Sebastian Kowazan, the man who killed my brother. I had found him on Facebook a few days before, and I noticed that not only was he a new employee of Terrain, Inc., he was also in a relationship-and by the photos, a party-er. I'm starting to question whether he was sober or not when he hit that bench.