He was 19. He died on Saturday night, but it’s just starting to set in. Apparently, he, his girlfriend, and another girl were out on a train trestle over a river, when a train came through suddenly. They couldn’t get off the bridge in time, so they had to jump. My cousin and his girlfriend jumped together, and she landed on a support about 10 feet below the tracks. She was stranded there for about 4 hours, but is fine now.
My cousin, however, fell 180 ft. onto an island in the river and died instantly. The other girl froze up, and was hit by the train, knocking her off of the trestle.
I was at a dance at the time.
We flew down to Virginia last night, to see my uncle and the rest of the family, but had to come back up tonight. We aren’t going to be able to go to the funeral.
Today we just tried to be there for the family as much as we could. I went to help pack up the things in his college dorm, which was when things started to set in. Alot of his things brought back a huge number of memories.
This kid was more or less my hero when I was growing up. To say that he was a “character” would be a gross understatement. He had the power to make anyone laugh, in any situation, and always took a humorous look at things. In short, he had a few screws loose, but in all the right places.
Then, he made one mistake, and didn’t get a second chance. Because the three of them wanted to see a view of the river at night, one of the nicest people I’ve ever met is gone. I feel bad enough, but I can’t fathom how the immediate families of the two victims are feeling, and I feel especially terrible for the girlfriend, who now has to live with this memory.
For the love of God, think before you do things like that. Not everybody gets a chance to learn from their mistakes.