Survivor's Guilt ~ Part Two

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With road conditions and the front end problem this caused the car to swerve and it went off the road and crashed. Luckily a neighbor saw the crash and called 911. I had been thrown from the car. Mark was still setting in the driver's seat. He had gotten what is called a brain stem injury from the metal around the rag top of the Stingray. I have a head injury and am bandaged up at the hospital. Mark laid in a coma. His parent's were so nice they let me be in the room with them. They had adopted Mark and they were lovely people. Mark was in a coma for nine days. Then he had a cardiac arrest and died. His parents invited me into their home for dinner the night prior to his funeral. I made comment about a picture of Mark and his father let me take it home. I slept with it under my pillow that night. I remember I had gotten him a bouquet of carnations for the funeral. A pink one and a blue one in the middle. I was in daze for weeks afterward. I had a lovely long wool coat I couldn't wear anymore because I saw the blood on it after the accident and no amount of cleaning would make it wearable for me. I went through a long period of survivor's guilt. He was such a cool character. What would/could he have done with his life? Later I realized that I was left on this earth for a reason. I have to carry on with that in mind. I still think of Mark from time to time. I wonder what could have been.