I'm Sorry---A true short story-----By Christina Grimaldi

Who am I to write about someone I hardly knew? I don't even understand why his death affected me so much. I guess it's because he is the first person that, I knew around my age, to die. He was an aquantance through my exboyfriend that I had when I was fifteen. He was the kind of guy you didn't want your boyfriend to hang out with. He was what you would call "the bad apple". He had friends but always looked so lonely. We really didn't start talking one-on-one until he became a regular at the bar I waitress at.His eyes were always so sad. It wasn't 'till recently that I found out that he had just broken up with his girlfriend. I don't know why he wore those puppy eyes. He always seemed really content with the small talk that he'd have with the waitresses, which made him appear more lonely than he already did. He was a popular guy, everyone knew him, but like I said he was lonely. I wonder what was going through his head when he lost control of his bike. Riding at 190 km\h popping wheelies! Damn that was dumb. I wonder what went through his mind, did he know he was going to die? It was probably that feeling of helplessness that we all feel when something happens that we have no control over. He must have known he was going to die. I don't thin that his life flashed before his eyes. I think for the few seconds it took for him to die, all he thought was "Oh fuck". He must have just closed his eyes and went with the tumble. When he closed his eyes, he closed them in defeat and acceptance. Defeat because for those brief moments he knew that there was nothing he could do to stop what was happening to him, and acceptance because at that point there is nothing to do but accept your fate. I can't imagine what that would feel like, to know that you totally screwed up. I'm not sure but I heard that he died almost instantly upon impact. I pray that he felt no pain.

Rest In Peace My Friend.

I feel kind of guilty, first because I'm writing this about you even though I don't think it is my place. Secondly because when me and my mother were stuck on the 401 west due to the 400 being blocked off, I was pissed because we were going to be late for our movie. My mother said "Oh, I hope nobody got into an accident and died", and because I am selfish or just absent minded I thought to myself: "There better be if I'm stuck in this kind of traffic!". I thought it was construction because of the big signs directing traffic away from the 400. But as we got closer I saw that there were about ten cop cars blocking the on ramp and hen I knew something bad had happened. I want you to know that at that point I said a prayer and touched my rosary that hangs from my rear-view mirror and I asked God for everything to be okay. I didn't know it was you, but I had a real bad feeling. I want to say sorry for thinking such an ignorant thought. I didn't mean it because I didn't know. My guilt for thinking that stupid comment has eaten away at me since March 28. And I am sorry. Sorry for my stupidity, but most of all... Sorry for yours.