What we remember from childhood we remember forever – permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. ~Cynthia Ozick
Honestly, I’ve been toying around with this blog idea since last week. The Aunt Heather blog may come from my perspective, but the stories are really for Kyle. These accounts of Kyle’s life from my point-of-view are more important now than ever. Since Kyle’s fully embraced his teenage years, I’ve seen less of him. I always want Kyle to know how important he is, and not having him by my side is my own personal loss.
It is with a very heavy heart I talk about Kyle’s friend, fifteen year old Nick Ursiny. He passed away last Sunday, June 19, 2016 from an accidental gun shot wound to the head. The incidence happened on Friday, June 17th around 5:00 pm.
Kyle called on Sunday to tell us he was going to the hospital to visit his friend, that’s when we heard the news, Shortly after speaking with Kyle, we received the news Nick passed away. I spoke to Kyle on the phone, and naturally he seemed a little distraught. I could heard the tears swelling in his eyes, which instantly broke my heart. Not only for the pain Kyle was facing, and at such a young age, but for the family and all of Nick’s friends.
When I heard about the incidence, it really hit home with me. My family target shoots pretty frequently, for fun and in preparation for hunting season, and Kyle’s been apart of that tradition since he was a little tyke. My heart broke for Kyle, yes because of a tragic loss of his friend, but also because of Kyle’s reality. Unlike some, he knows the sound, the smell, the feel of a fired weapon. He knows first hand the damage it does, at least with respect to hunting. Kyle’s awareness of this accident is so much more acute than many of his fellow students, those who have never fired a weapon. I couldn’t imagine dealing with that situation, and the complete grief and feeling of accountability.
These thoughts have been rushing through me all week. It’s weird how that depression from a very real experience of loss creeps back, and settles into your soul, even when you’re not completely aware.
Nick was in Kyle’s class and he was also a member of the band. Even during my chaperoning experiences, I personally didn’t know Nick, nor his family, but I know the helplessness and sorrow that’s overcome them. And worse, I know the road they’ll be facing and the healing process, which does not get easier as time passes, they”ll only learn to adjust.
The band visited the funeral home last night as a group. I did reach out to Kyle and ask if he wanted me to go to support him. His text response? “I’m fine.” Okay. I know everyone handles grief in their own way, and I respect that. I was still going to go, but I wanted to give Kyle his space, and let’s face it, that would have been hard even for the toughest of people. Instead, my thoughts and prayers were focused on that family and Nick.
Accidents do happen, no matter how minor or major, even though you try to avoid them. It’s such a shame, this accident cost the life of such a young promising person. If anything else, I hope children and adults alike, learn from this story and are more careful. I don’t know the details behind the accident, but addressing safety is always a good practice.
God speed to Nick’s friends and family. Rest in peace Nick!
I grabbed a few screen captures of online stories, for reference.