That's the part that really gets me, every time.
He wanted to be someone that saved us from the flames of life; our rescuer from Hell itself. He wanted to be our fighter, our saviour, the one we needed. He wanted to be the hero.
On June 3rd, he was the one that needed saving. Now he's gone, and the world is still spinning madly on. There's a whisper of regret and a flash of pain in the air; there's a tear falling from every cheek and a grimace covering every face. There's the awful stench of goodbyes and the blinding light of starting over. But for some people, this isn't enough to change the ways things are.
Down the street, a kid pays his respects and then drinks the night away.
Across the town, another one whispers, "I miss you" and then pops his coveted bottle of pills.
Everywhere is full of empty promises of change and lessons learned.
But somewhere there is a hero watching, ready to save you from yourself.
Please, let Devon Turner be your hero. Let him save you from the flames of death and destruction and stop hurting yourself and the ones around you. Be responsible, be safe, learn from this.
Let Devon Turner be what he wanted to be. Let him be the hero.
Rest in peace, Devon Turner. You are missed.
