He was normally a happy man. A man who you could trust and cherish. He would sit in his ten-year-old, leather bound, black chair, a beer resting in his right hand, cigarette in the other. You could never guess what he was thinking, a blank expression was always resting on his face. There wasn’t much that he could do. He would watch television, maybe read the newspaper every now and again. I never expected he could become the way that he is now. A simple glance his way would turn into an endless battle of screams that could be seen between his mind and eyes.

You would never guess it, but he was truly a happy man. He would send a open-mouth, white-toothed grin to the strangest stranger. He could lighten up your day with a simple comment about the weather or his job. It’s different now.

I’ve seen the light fade out from his eyes. He’s lost so much, all in the blink of an eye. An unexpected guest at the end of the road changed everything around him. He couldn’t understand it. There was something missing from before. His eyes didn’t sparkle anymore, his once bright smile was turned into stone and his once beautiful skin was red and bruised.

The heart attack made him go rigid, he couldn’t move a single muscle, not even scream for help to the man sitting beside him. There was nothing he could do. They say it was painless, that he didn’t feel when he crashed through the windshield and fell unto the wet road. I hope they’re right. I don’t know, though. He was an amazing man.

It all happened so fast. A man turned to stone. It was a surprise for everyone, we all loved and cherished him. It was impossible to say what was happening in his mind; probably nothing. His mind didn’t work like before and his eyes and mouth were unable to move. A man so powerful subdued to and ending so cruel and meaningless. To think that those last few seconds, defined such a crucial part in his life, in his death,  was horrible to think of.

I wonder if he could hear the cries that day. The screams worthy of a horror film that came from his children and grandchildren, his friends and family. I hope he didn’t, everything that happened was already enough pain to cause him.

It’s true what they say, you know, only the good die young.