Five years ago today around 8:45 PM, my best friend since I was three, killed himself inside his home. His name was Curtis Burnsworth, Curtis and I were best friends since we were toddlers,
Even to a 10 year old, seeing a drunk father and a crazy mom screaming at each other, felt what was going on. He felt like he was the cause of his parents problems and he was tearing them apart, but in real life he was the only thing holding them together. I wish I was there that night he decided to take that gun out of the cabinet, but I wasn't. And I still blame myself for not being the friend I always wanted to prove I was. In a way I'm glad I didn't see the chaos unfold across the street from my house, but still the guilt is there.
Curtis died three hours later on a helicopter going to the Albany Medical Treatment Center. Three hours of trying to live after half his head was blown off, shows he was a strong thriving kid. As I came home the next day realizing my best friend was no longer with me I thought of it as a joke saying 'Stop playing around, Curtis is just probably in his house still'. But he wasn't. It finally sunk in that my best friend was dead, and I had to watch him be buried three days later. That week was the hardest week of my life. Seeing my best friend dead in a casket in front of me, I wanted to wake him up but I knew I couldn't. I thought my world was crumbling down.
In writing this I would like to ask anyone that knew Curtis else who wants to partake in this), to watch the clock tonight at around 11:30 as I will, and just have a moment to think about our friend who made a tragic mistake and had his life cut short. Thanks for reading this.
RIP Curtis Burnsworth 12-17-89 to 8-12-00