Journal: Entry for Rebekah
"Only the good die young"?
Author: Rebekah Send a noteboard
Posted: 15/03/2010 06:02:37 PM
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Mostly in my home town that's not really the case, but this time it's true. And I'm just so sad and too far away right now.
I found out yesterday that Nick Cusack, a boy I went to primary school with, died two weeks ago after falling in front of a goods train.
Nick was a quiet, strange, intense guy. He loved AC/DC and knowing the names of all the trees. He loved learning slightly obscure things. And he loved trains.
Every Saturday night he'd bring a takeout to the train station (which hasn't been used in years) and eat it on the platform whilst waiting for the goods train to go by. He knew when each train was due, he knew the numbers, he knew how many trucks each train would have.
This night, 1 March, he arrived a little early. So he curled up on the platform and went to sleep. When the train was approaching the driver blew the whistle, and Nick got a fright and fell onto the tracks. The train hit him. And it doesn't really matter whether he died quickly from his horrific injuries or slowly because there was a mix up getting the helicopter to take him to hospital in Dunedin. He's now gone and it's heartbreaking.
He was only 27. He'd never experienced love (because people found him too intense) and he had so much life ahead of him. And now his sister has to live without her big brother, his parents have to live without their sweet son.
Rest in peace, Nick.
I wish you'd found more understanding when you with us. I wish we'd chatted a few more times. I wish you could be there at the next reunion. I wish you'd experienced romance. I wish you were still there.
I found out yesterday that Nick Cusack, a boy I went to primary school with, died two weeks ago after falling in front of a goods train.
Nick was a quiet, strange, intense guy. He loved AC/DC and knowing the names of all the trees. He loved learning slightly obscure things. And he loved trains.
Every Saturday night he'd bring a takeout to the train station (which hasn't been used in years) and eat it on the platform whilst waiting for the goods train to go by. He knew when each train was due, he knew the numbers, he knew how many trucks each train would have.
This night, 1 March, he arrived a little early. So he curled up on the platform and went to sleep. When the train was approaching the driver blew the whistle, and Nick got a fright and fell onto the tracks. The train hit him. And it doesn't really matter whether he died quickly from his horrific injuries or slowly because there was a mix up getting the helicopter to take him to hospital in Dunedin. He's now gone and it's heartbreaking.
He was only 27. He'd never experienced love (because people found him too intense) and he had so much life ahead of him. And now his sister has to live without her big brother, his parents have to live without their sweet son.
Rest in peace, Nick.
I wish you'd found more understanding when you with us. I wish we'd chatted a few more times. I wish you could be there at the next reunion. I wish you'd experienced romance. I wish you were still there.
I am so sorry for your loss. : ( *NM*
Mostly in my home town that's not really the case, but this time it's true. And I'm just so sad and too far away right now.
I found out yesterday that Nick Cusack, a boy I went to primary school with, died two weeks ago after falling in front of a goods train.
Nick was a quiet, strange, intense guy. He loved AC/DC and knowing the names of all the trees. He loved learning slightly obscure things. And he loved trains.
Every Saturday night he'd bring a takeout to the train station (which hasn't been used in years) and eat it on the platform whilst waiting for the goods train to go by. He knew when each train was due, he knew the numbers, he knew how many trucks each train would have.
This night, 1 March, he arrived a little early. So he curled up on the platform and went to sleep. When the train was approaching the driver blew the whistle, and Nick got a fright and fell onto the tracks. The train hit him. And it doesn't really matter whether he died quickly from his horrific injuries or slowly because there was a mix up getting the helicopter to take him to hospital in Dunedin. He's now gone and it's heartbreaking.
He was only 27. He'd never experienced love (because people found him too intense) and he had so much life ahead of him. And now his sister has to live without her big brother, his parents have to live without their sweet son.
Rest in peace, Nick.
I wish you'd found more understanding when you with us. I wish we'd chatted a few more times. I wish you could be there at the next reunion. I wish you'd experienced romance. I wish you were still there.
Re: "Only the good die young"?
One of my highschool classmates was murdered in cold blood by a jealous gay lover, so I know the feeling.