Sometimes, I wake up in the mornings and ask myself where the time goes.

It's been one year.

It's been one year since I was driving to school for homecoming.
I remember the exact spot my car was on the road when I got the call.
"Corey...he's been killed in a car accident. Somner Jo is alive, but Corey is dead."
Those words... They have been drilled in my memory. I think of them daily.
The next week was literally the week from hell.
Nobody had class Monday morning. At least, the Junior classes didn't. We all gathered in the hallway crying and holding each other.
Our #80 was gone. Never to walk down the hallways with us again.
The days were a numb blur. The visitation, the funeral. Nothing seemed real.
I still have nightmares of his mother, screaming at the top of her lungs, begging that God give her back her baby boy.
But, I have learned more from Corey than ever. He always used to make my days better. Every day in class, he had something funny to say or do. When we gathered together as a class for his memorial, there was nothing bad to say. Not because everyone had respect, but because nobody had anything bad to say about him. Simple as that.
But that's not the only thing I learned.
This was my last conversation with Corey.

**My friend Ty and I were walking down the hallway. Corey was walking towards us...

Ty: Hey man, what's going on? You still coming over Saturday?
Corey: Hey Ty, hey Kellie. Yeah man, I'll be there.
Me: Will you be at church Sunday morning?
Ty: You can ride with me
Corey: Yeah, I'll be there. Save me a seat..

At 4:12 PM on October 16, 2009, he was killed coming home from spending time with his friend Somner Jo.

Ty still saved him a seat on Sunday morning...

I learned not to take for granted the fact that someone may not show up for church Sunday morning... May none of us ever do so.

Pray for my class and I as we are still healing from the loss of our dear friend, Corey. He was such an important part of each of our hearts.