my bed

My bed did not start out as my bed. It was originally my brother, Nick’s bed. There is a sad story behind this bed. My mom bought it for him his junior year in college, because he had a house fire in the place he was supposed to live in for that year. The entire house burned down along with all of his belongings. This is why he needed the bed for the new place that they were forced to move into. The saddest thing about this story is that my brothers best friend at college, Tom, died in this fire. My brother has never really gotten past the death of Tom and even has his initials tattooed on his left arm. When Nick graduated and moved back home the bed became mine since I was still living here is Morgantown. I was moving into my first apartment here and it was unfurnished so I needed to have a bed.

Even though this very sad thing happened to my brother he has moved all rather well. We have lots of fun together and we had many really awesome times here at WVU. In February My brother and his girlfriend came for a visit. It was so much fun. Here are a few picture from their visit...

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