Jorge was stationed in Del Rio, Tx on the Laughlin Air Force Base there. I live about 5 hours away in Carlsbad, but I was in Del Rio every chance I got. We had been dating for 6 months and we were in love. I was planning to move the Georgia where he would soon be stationed. We didn't want to be apart anymore.
On Friday, June 21st, I had to work so I didn't get to drive over to see him. I called him from work to see what he was doing, to which he said he was going to go out with some friends and have a good time. He was in high spirits and so happy. We spoke a little bit and I told him that I loved him and to have a good time. We were excited that I would be there next week for graduation.
That was the last time I talked to him. The next night I went to work as usual, hoping that he would call soon. I got a phone call but it was his sister-in-law. She told me that Jorge and three other people had been in a terrible wreck and that they all had died.
Right then, my world ended. I couldn't believe it. Not Jorge, he was supposed to graduate, we were going to be together. That was the worst night of my life.
It's only been about 3 weeks now and I still can't believe he's gone. It's not fair, I finally had found the someone that i wanted to be with forever. I was with the perfect guy. Everybody loved him, especially me.
I was given the ring that he was wearing and it's on a chain around my neck. It will stay there forever. Some days I think I'll be ok, but most of the time I know I won't. Just when I think that I don't have any more tears to cry, it happens. I'm not sure what I'll do now. He was everything to me. If anyone can help, I'll listen to your advice. It just seems that nobody knows what I'm feeling.