The Worst Day of My Life: Remembering Mark

Damn it, do I miss you, Mark. August 3rd is a day that has gutted me badly, year after year. Mark Anthony Williams Jr., my best friend since we were 14 years old. I still remember the day we met and just clicked. We were inseparable, and everyone knew how close we were. They were haters if they saw me and Mark around.

Today, as I write this with a broken heart, it’s been two years since you were viciously taken away from me. You died the same year as my cousin and my uncle. WTF, 2022? You took some good fucking people from me. I wasn’t ready for any of you to go, but I definitely wasn’t prepared for you to be gone. They say death comes in threes; well, shit, that happened to me, and it’s a horrible feeling. I’ve never felt as alone as I do now without you.

I miss talking with you, laughing with you, and sharing stories about work. You were such a bright light in my life, and now that light has been blown out by a careless person in a car. The city of Fort Lee failed you, and so did the laws and whoever else I can blame. But that’s alright; she’ll reap what she sowed, and you can go haunt that bitch for eternity. Why isn’t she in jail for vehicular homicide is beyond me.

You were a big teddy bear of a man who gained confidence by growing out your beard and looking handsome while still being you. I’m sorry your mom lost her only child, but I wish her nothing but love. I miss you and wish you were here, but I’d rather have you back.

And then Mrs. Janet passed away this year, our old favorite teacher. Y’all must be having a ball up there.

Here’s a poem for you, Mark:

In twilight’s tender, muted hue,

Memories whisper, tears renew,

A friend lost to the night’s cruel end,

In sorrow’s arms, we mend, we mend.

Stars above in silent weep,

Carry dreams where shadows sleep,

Gone too soon, the echoes blend,

Of laughter lost, goodbye, dear friend.

Love ya, best friend. I’m still grieving over the loss of you. In these quiet moments of reflection, I hold onto the memories and the love we shared, hoping that one day the pain will ease and the tears will turn into smiles of remembrance.