Some Die Young
It is soon that day again, the day Miguel Angel Martinez died. Every time I take a trip to Sweden he comes back into my mind. He is present even when i travel but not that much. But sometimes my mind play games with me.
– “ This place Miguel would like if he was alive” my mind tells me when i see something special.
Miguel will never see that place, never eat that food, never swim in that sea or never do anything again.
Miguel Angel Martinez body got cremated and the urn is in a cemetery in Gothenburg with a grave seldom seen. Last time i visited it did not look like anybody took care of his grave, it did not look like anybody changed the flowers or clean the grave from grass. I have no contact with his parents but i feel for them, their only son dead at the age of 27. They somehow blame me for the accident even if i was passengers in the back seat. They blame me for the lost contact with their son even before he died. I forgive them, I let them have someone to blame if it makes them feel better it is a light burden to carry. But i do not forgive all his “friends” that was fighting to come to his funeral and filled the church but after everything was over just faded away back to the shadows of pointlessness. When he died his “friends” want to come and “take” all of his things. I never see so many “friends”, but when Miguel Angel Martinez was alive he just told me to tell them he was not home.
Miguel Angel Martinez was my friend from 15 years old and after that we shared a flat in the center of Gothenburg for six years until the day he died. He was a full contact Swedish Karate champion and a good-hearted person with a knights heart and he love to save women in distress.
I watch Miguel Angel Martinez die on the 1 of August 1998 a day that i will always remember as a sad day, but i will keep his memory alive by writing stories and memories about him.
Take care of your friends they can vanish the next time you open your eyes.
Some Die Young maybe a love song but i loved him as friend