David Again

She told us how it happened.
About having to literally hold your brain inside your head. People say that a lot when they're in shock, and EMTs have learned to dismiss this claim: I can't let go or the brain will fall out. But in your case, it was true.
Your head hit the steering wheel so hard, your skull fractured into seventeen pieces. At the same time, a wheel or something came flying through the window and sliced the back of your head, just where the skull meets the nape of the neck.
As such, if she would have let go, your brain would have, indeed, fallen out of your head.
This is no help when I'm trying not to miss you.
Thinking of that, and the ensuing agony you went through before you finally died.
Couldn't even let you off your pain meds long enough to find out whether you had brain damaged, or were just stoned. No pain meds = David writhing in pain.
Tiny pieces of a skull, tiny pieces of an ankle bone, a blood infection, and an eroded jugular. Sounds like fun to me, too.
This is still no help when I'm trying not to miss you.
I think of us playing football, and then I think of how you couldn't have kept your foot just inside the line when you made that fabulous catch if you had a crushed ankle.
I think of our academic competitions, my always being just one point ahead of you, and how you couldn't possibly be so intelligent with possible brain damage.
I think of when you, you know, took a deep breath of fresh air, and think how that's not possible with all the tubes in your nose and a graft in your jugular.
I just want to miss you in peace.