Just Left with Memories
A year ago today, my fiancé died. It was the worst day of my entire life, and I will never
let it go. It was August 30, 2011, the day of our wedding. I was twenty-eight and Joey was
twenty-nine. We were getting married at Paradise Islands the Bahamas. Joey and I were madly in
love, and had been together since high school. We were high school sweethearts and were meant
to be together. After high school, Joey went to Merrimack for accounting and I went to beauty
school. We lived together in an apartment in Charlestown. When Joey graduated Merrimack we
went on a trip to Italy. One night in Rome, he proposed to me and I was the happiest girl ever.
We did not want to rush things so we waited a few years to get ready.
Joey and I both loved warm places and our parents wanted us to get married
somewhere far away. We picked the Bahamas because I went to my aunts wedding there when I
was a little girl and I dreamed of having my wedding there ever since. Joeys birthday was August
29th, and mine was the 31st, so we just had to get married on the 30th. A few months before the
wedding Joey found out that he was going to have a big work presentation two days before the
wedding, so he was going to have to fly down alone the night after the presentation was over. If
he did not participate in the presentation, he would lose his job. I was angry with this, but knew
that there was nothing I could do about it. The rest of us went down to the Bahamas a week
early.
My family and Joey's were having so much fun in the Bahamas, but it wasn't the same
without him. I missed him and we talked on the phone every night; but that just made me miss
him even more. The week went by slow, but i knew once he get here it would be worth it. The
night that he was coming that whole day I could not control my excitement. I had butterflies in


my stomach and my palms were sweating. His flight was not supposed to arrive until ten, so he
would probably be
at the hotel around midnight; but I was obviously going to stay up. Everyone
else went to bed around eleven thirty because the next day was the rehearsal dinner and it was
going to be a long day. I waited in my room patiently for him to walk through that door. At
twelve thirty he still was not here, and I wasn't worried because I thought that his flight probably
just landed later or he had to wait long for a cab. My eyes started to close and I couldn't stay
awake any longer. I passed out around one, so tired that I did not even wait for Joey anymore. I
knew when I woke up he would be there next to me.
The next morning I woke up and Joey was not there. I started to panic. I fell asleep
with the tv on and when I looked at it it said in big letters...BREAKING NEWS. It then said
plane crash in the Bahamas late last night. Almost everyone in the plane had died and the ones
that survived were severely injured. My heart dropped. I was going to throw up. I actually
fainted. When my family found me in the room a few minutes later, they were all crying. THIS
CANNOT BE HAPPENING! I screamed. I was a mental case. I did not know what to do with
myself. My parents brought me to the hospital where I stayed for a few days. It was for the best,
if they didn't I probably would have been in a serious mental condition. I cried and cried and
cried. I suffered many migraines and I did not eat once in that hospital. I never ever felt that sad
before, and I still feel that same exact sadness today; if not worse. A few days later we went
home, and I moved in with my parents in Summerville where I now just sit here everyday with
no hope for the future.
This is no way to live life and I knew it, but it is going to take me years
until I am even close to getting over the fact that my fiancé is dead. What do I do...?