Todd Eugene Kendrick

On December 2, 2010, the world lost an 18 year old. 18. The person who is the most deserving of life than anyone I know. He was driving and crashed into a fire hydrant, the car flipped. And then there were none. 

Dead.

 Its hard to know hard that word can resonate within a person. He was part of a body of hundreds of people, and now he is gone. Its like a battery, they go and burn, then suddenly... thats it. You no longer have power, cold hard and lifeless.He was 18. How long do we normally live? To be 80? 90 if we're lucky, and he lived 18. Not usually enough time to find a passion.

How can there be a god, when these things happen? Why. Why would a person who has literally fought their whole life just to walk, to breathe, to LIVE, be taken away.

Trying to envision it, not the accident. But to put death into literal terms. The coming, the going. It's like a black veil, coming slowly, encompassing everything and entirely. And that veil chose him. Chose to rest upon his 18 year old body.

He wasn't unhappy, he wasn't spiteful or a jealous person, he was the epitome of a good man. A good friend. He had a good heart, he had drive, a high school student, and a half a year of college student. Half a year.

He loved Superman, Charmed, Firefly, Kyle XY, and didn't care that people laughed at him for it. We used to talk about the cheese biscuits at Red Lobster during class, and argued about the stupidest things. And now, all we have are those memories. Faint wisps of nothingness that somehow posses meaning. And we hold those wisps closer now than the most precious jewel, or the winning lottery ticket or the newest Harry Potter movie. Because when it comes down to it, you can not put a price on a life. Your life is yours to LIVE. Thats why you have it. And the hundreds of people who have mascara running down their faces, or their hats pulled down attest.

Rest in Peace Todd. You deserve so much more.