Gina Lee said:
I have never had a dear friend die, good acquaintances & family. Suicide is by far the most haunting and I have known an alarming number of people...
What do I do? I cherish the memories that come & go, the reminders of how much I wish they were here too. I honour life in a new light every time death visits, it truly is precious & too short to be wrapped up in negativity of any form.
Peace Miss SD
Actually what really bothers me about the whole thing is one fought for her life and her kids for 3 years. I watched her slowly die from Hodgkin's Lymphoma. The most heartbreaking moment was watching her kids bury her. Jade died a week short of her daughter's 2nd birthday. (Ella, Ashton was 7)
The other threw her life away and chose to kill herself.
What really pisses me off is there is alarming number of people that waste their life and others struggle just to have it.
Wasted potential and talent really burns me. I can't stand something like that when it's exuded from others. I have no patience for that.
I also have another friend who is constantly threatening suicide, and I'm tempted to drive all the way to Hamilton just to kick his ass. Life should be lived and not wasted.
PatrickGC said:
Shedevil:
This happened in me the other night while watching a documentary on television, for no reason that I could think of I just felt so sad, I miss my friend and my father too. Used to try to figure out why this would happen, just out of the blue light that. But not any more.
My heart goes out to you. Blessed be.
Patrick
Precisely, I had an event that triggered this response/post. I got really overwhelmed when updating my photo album of all things.
I got to thinking of the last time I ever seen her, and said goodbye. I got to take her to her last concert. She was too sick to die at home and hadn't left the hospital for 4 months.
We convinced the nurses to let her go since they had stopped treating her. We took her to Pearl Jam. She got to wear her make up and dress up one last time.
I held her hand and told her loved her ( they were playing ''Black'' at the time) and when the concert was over, my friends and I had to carry her onto her bed. She was exhausted, but she made it. She died 5 days later. (The day before Robert Plant) She really wanted to go to Nine Inch Nails, but it was a month away. I never seen her again after that. Needless to say my friends and I spent that concert sobbing. Both of them.
I never had the chance to say goodbye to my other friend. Hard drugs played a huge role in why we disconnected. I don't do them and she did. I don't trust myself in that circumstance, so I avoided it. I still beat myself up for not helping her.
Thanks, little things like this make me happy. I am all about the little things.
SD