Yup, people with good friends live longer and are healthier! The description of your friend is exactly what I would have written to describe my friend. I knew she used opiates as a way to deal with her pain, but as time passed, their use increased and she eventually reached out for harder drugs to kill her pain. That was the last conversation I had with him. I am so lost without her. That is how close we were.
Our friendship started I guess when I was 23 or 24, I am 32 now. Things can change and we have the power to change and turn things around. One step that everyone here has done for their grieving process is find this site. I lost my closest friend of 25+ years 7 years ago. It was then when my entire view on him changed. Sometimes I think this world is very cruel.
She was my other half. I felt as if my childhood was disappearing. I could not believe the amount of pain I felt in my soul and still do. The lopsided synth line gives the whole song an otherworldly feel, while the break in that middle-eight, which introduces a kaleidoscopic instrumental before a reprisal of the lush chorus, will knock the wind out of your sails. Sometimes im so mad she left me here alone. He was the brother I never had, and had ridden along side with me on this crazy ride of life. Both her and I believe strongly in God and Jesus and I know He had a plan here but why her? Written by their drummer, his last song before passing aeay.
He and I shared our lives together and then physically apart but our hearts were always together. Two of those friends I was very close to and two of those friends committed suicide. Life has a way of changing on a dime. That night there was a ceremony for her, praying for her, and wishing that she would wake up. The archive I shared with each — decades and decades of archive — cannot be shared in the same way with anyone else. I am sure most of you would know exactly what I mean… Like my other twin.
My suggestion for your song list is Empty Chairs by Don McClean. We have been friends since elementary school. When I was leaving I told him that I would be back later, and to just relax and take it easy. It's about how Roger's dad died in ww2. He would also say he never saw himself growing older. I know him form high school and we talked one time too much for 3 years. We had a lot of inside jokes and laughs.
Your other friends may not know how to handle your grief, so they distance themselves. We shared things with each other we would never share with anyone else. I was sick and knew to stay away until I got better but I still feel guilty for not being with him and possibly helping him. When my grandma got cancer, we knew she was going to past away but my best friend was a 34 years old healthy, pretty and brave girl who now is gone in the most painful way. After her death, I would cry at anytime at any given situation.
When her father died last year I was jealous. If you have a close friend you just know what I mean. Needless to say, I have been to way too many funerals lately for friends who passed away way too young. If they need a hint, have them listen to the first line of this awesome song about not only losing a friend, but actively trying to get rid of one! The grief I feel is very strong. I remember busting his balls when his favorite team, the Redskins played. All of this still feels so surreal. Kelly, my best friend, died in my home on March 12th.
I will never forget how I felt seeing him and knowing it would be the last time I would ever see him again. I visited her there and she came up before the M. Send a card, flowers, a picture whatever and just let that person know that you care and are there for them if they need it. How are we to know when our friend is about to die? Try to always stay positive and not to dwell on the darkness that took her away. But just know that if it does get difficult you should talk to someone about it. Hes never gonna make anymore jokes about sending nudes again. Are we just supposed to suck it up and move on? It got to the point where he pushed me away so much and I helplessly walked away as everything I did and said seemed to make him only worse.
It was too much to handle for her. Over the course of several weeks, she sent me handwritten pages of her memoir and I transcribed them for her. He died of an accidental overdose. But what struck me most was the simultaneous lack of information on the topic, coupled with an overabundance of vague, generalized crap grief advice. After the 4th time her heart had stopped and been resuscitated, we were told that her body was sustaining too much trauma from it, and the next time she crashed, we would have to say goodbye. The world lost a special person and I lost my heart. I went over to see if he might still be alive and found him there in his bed, eyes still open.