Superman…that is what we called him. He would never get hurt or pass away…at least that’s what I thought.
I didn’t go to church because I didn’t do my chores. I assumed that everything was normal. I didn’t see anyone from church until the next day at lunch. I sat down at the table and Jordan asked why I wasn’t at church I explained and she said “Well I guess you heard about Scott then?” I looked at her confused and said “No?” she got real quiet and said “He died on his way to Paris.” thinking it was some sort of sick joke i just laughed it off.
Like I said he’s my superman. He can’t die. I told her she was lying. Said it wasn’t funny. She pulled out her phone and showed me the multiple “R.I.P Scott” posts on his wall.
Everyone thought he was invincible. That he would never die. But he made one fatal mistake that Wednesday. He took off his seat belt so he could sit closer to his fiance. She took her’s off too. One little animal ran out in front of them. He swerved. The truck flipped. Now my superman is gone…