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The Night Was Young Part II
About A year had gone by, since Tony had left.
They used to write or call eachother all the time.
They had grown up like brothers. he had told Tony
that he was afraid , that something was going to
happen to him. Tony said no - soon you will be able
to come To Texas and get a job here.
Things don't always come out like we plan them. Alex
was still in Chicago. Even though he was married, he
would still spend time with Danny and why not, they
were best friends. Summer came and went. soon Fall
was there. The trees had already lost their leaves and
it was starting to get cold. Danny made plans to go into
the ARMY. He was very happy. About two weeks before
he left - Him and Alex went out to celebrate.
After spending a good part of the night together - Alex
told him that they had to go home, because it was late
and he was a married man. Danny told him - The night is
young. I'll just stay a while and then I'll go home.
Alex did leave and he was left alone. Danny was twenty
years old. it was December the 9th of 1990 at about 6:00AM
He was walking down the street, when someone from a car
called him - Danny, Danny. As he got closer - some guns were
pulled and nine bullets hit him.
He had no chance to run. His funeral was big. Many people
went. My husband and I were also there. Alex had told us right
away. His mother cried a lot and held on to the coffin. She didn't
want to let go. Then - she wanted to show her love - but it was
too late. He was already gone. She couldn't understand how he
knew so many people or how so many people knew him. many
people attended his funeral. In his short life he made a lot of
friends. I was one of them.
written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Note: This is all true. This can happen
in any big City. don't wait to show your
love to your children, One day - it may
be too late...