Who you'd be today

Okay, I know I just posted but there's something I want to get out of myself. I mentioned before that I'm 21; well sixteen years ago I was 5 and in kindergarten. My teacher's name was Mrs. Burke and my best friend was Arin (the first and only time I've ever seen in spelled that way). Arin and I had a friend who was a boy, Brandon. I don't remember at what point Brandon got sick, but he did. I remember one day he came in to school in a wheelchair with staples in his head and I kissed his cheek, but I was almost afraid of him. We made him a sign saying get well soon with all of our names on it, for his room at Camp Sunshine. I knew he was very sick, but I didn't really understand until several years later, Arin and I were sitting at my kitchen table making crafts and she told me that he had died, while we were in kindergarten. Many years passed before I thought of Brandon again, I can barely remember what he looked like as a child. There's a song by Kenny Chesney called Who You'd Be Today that reminds me of Brandon so much. I wonder what he would be doing with his life, if we would still be friends, if he would have done something truly great. I'll never know, but I like to think about Brandon a lot. He connects the woman I've become to the child who was frightened of a sick little boy with staples in his head, but still kissed him because she felt tugged toward him somehow. Rest in Peace Brandon, I hope to meet you again someday.

It ain't fair you died too young
Like a story that had just begun
The death tore the pages all away
God knows how I miss you
All the hell that I've been through
Just knowin' no one could take your place
Sometimes I wonder who you'd be today