ShaggyJebus wrote...
Thanks, everyone, for the kinds word. He was a hell of a guy.
The Jesus wrote...
I could say a lot, since I was the one who found my brother after he had an aneurysm and he died from cancer a couple months later, but fuck it. You can't find anything in sympathy, wallowing in sorrow, or dwelling on past memories of the dead. Get drunk, cope the way you need to cope, and figure out how you're gonna take your next step forward.
That's exactly why I didn't ask for stories and such. I know people die. I just felt the need to express myself. I thought he deserved to have some random people know that he was gone. Thanks, everyone, for bothering to post. It gives me some comfort, though God knows why.
I don't really know how to deal with death. My grandfather died when I was in sixth grade, but I didn't really know him, and he never really cared about our family, so it wasn't a big deal. Close to a year ago, I heard that a friend from high school, who I was very close to for one year, had killed herself, but she'd died a couple of months before I heard, and I'd have zero contact with her for years, so the situation was very different from now. And that's all. I don't know anyone else that has died. I'm finding myself to be fine for 90% of the time, but I'll suddenly think about the nature of death and that no one will ever hear him speak again, and I break down.
Again, thanks everyone. I needed to let this out.
No one really knows how to deal with death. And it's never easy. But it's a part of life that we all end up having to deal with at some point. I think for most people it helps to stay close to good friends and especially family.
I'm sorry to hear about your friend.
I'll down a Whiskey for him.