Death of a Friend

by horrorfan13
originally published at 04:27PM on Thursday, November 15, 2007

Life was great. I was planning my wedding. Of course, with the news that was about to come, everything would change. And no one is ever prepared for something like this.
I got several calls within a short amount of time. The news was always different. Finally, my mother told me the truth; he was only being kept alive in order to donate his organs. She would let me know when the funeral was so I could come home.
Life proceeded almost normally for the next few days. I don’t think it was quite real to me. How could it be? He was my age. No one my age dies, right?
That weekend I went back to my hometown to say my good-bye. I still was fine. However, once I saw his younger brother (who, by the way, looks a lot like him), I started to lose it. And it only got worse once I saw him lying there, never to smile at me again.
I knew then that I would have regrets. Mostly about not saying things I should have said a long time ago. And it’s still hard to think about. Always will be.

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Comments

  • from jculbertson62:

    this hist home for me too. always remember you CWE . gunner

  • from Maybe_Miseryx:

    i love this.
    really nice job.

  • from Stovohobo:

    This type of thing doesn’t happen to too many people (at least it doesn’t seem like it does). It always seems like it happens to someone else, but then you realize that you’re just someone else to someone else. If that makes sense…=\

  • from someday_93:

    Totally makes sense, Stovohobo. You’re “someone else” to everyone else…