My Every 15 Minutes Experience

My Every 15 Minutes Experience Death and similar traumatic experiences never lay lightly on one’s mind or in one’s heart. Almost exactly a year ago, my family experienced one of the most heart-wrenching events that we have ever gone through. Loss seemed almost a normal experience to me when I was in middle school, it seemed as though my family was unable to avoid it. When I reached high school I was hoping to avoid more traumatic experiences, and I almost had, until the time came when Notre Dame participated in the program Every 15 Minutes. Although I knew and still know that the program only represents what could happen in a car crash, that did not make the events that took place feel any less real. I had no idea what would truly be in store for me when I entered high school and experienced Every 15 Minutes myself. All I knew was that Every 15 Minutes was approaching, and I knew that my brother, Kyle, was asked to be a part of it.
When she pulled the sheet back, I did not get to see his face. I had not seen his face since I said goodbye to him in the morning when he drove me to school. My dad identified him quickly with the choked response, “Yes, that’s Kyle,” and they placed the sheet back over his head and pronounced him dead. He then was placed in a body bag and taken in a hearse away from the school. I wished that was the end of it, but unfortunately, it was only the beginning.
After that emotional experience, my family and I had to go to a funeral home and pick out a casket for his funeral, as well as give information on our family and on Kyle for his obituary. I had managed to keep tears back by this point, but seeing my mom crying and clutching onto my dad’s hand as they answered questions about Kyle, I began to cry again. Finally, what felt like another eternity passed, and my family and I left the funeral home and went to the next stage of the