Bittersweet Candy Bowl

I found out that a good friend of mine died yesterday. He was an awesome person, a great trumpet player, and an even greater friend. He died yesterday morning in the ER after an accidental overdose on some sleeping pills. His body couldn’t handle the normal two pill dose. I’m still in shock. Like, nothing will ever be the same. When I see a trumpet, I’ll be thinking of him.

Have you ever lost anyone close to you? How did you cope? Who were they? What did they mean to you?

I haven’t lost anyone, but I know something is about to happen in my family.
So I’m coping with music and games…

1. Recreational drug use.
2. Hate crimes against Christians.
3. Threatened to kill God.

When i moved to Brazil i my grandmother from Sweden died from cancer,i remember that i cried a lot but then i don’t remember the rest.
2 or 3 years ago i was on vacation in Sweden and my grandfather(that i discovered that he was not my real grandfather)had the ausaimer(that disease that make old people foget things) when the new year passed he died,well that i didn’t cried cause that was a bit espected.So i don’t really remember much what i did to cope.

Before my Pappaw died, he was very sick and had a hard time breathing. When he had to do things like take a bath, it just pained him so much to do so. He just kept hurting. When he eventually did die, I was comforted by the fact that he couldn’t be hurt anymore. He’d be able to walk around and breathe normally like he used too. Though I was very, very sad, I knew he’d be happy with wherever he went. It was also a nice thought that he’d be fishing wherever he went, because fishing had always been his favorite thing to do. I loved him very much. He was very sweet to me and everyone in our family. I found out when someone called my Dad; when he answered the phone, he was silent for a moment while someone talked to him, then he said, “Oh, no…” and I immediately knew something bad had happened. His death was a great shock to me, despite knowing his poor health and age, and I burst into tears immediately. It was hard to look at him lying in the coffin, and even harder to watch his siblings, who had known him since he was just a young boy, crying their eyes out over him. I managed to compose myself during the funeral, but the burial was too much to handle and I did cry there. I just pray he’s happy and healthy now. If he is, I’m content, even if he’s not here.

sometimes you can`t really cope. you grieve for a while but remember that your friend was probably happy to have been an influence on your life and would like you to still live it.
and as corny as this sounds they will never really be gone.(this coming from an atheist) the actions they did and words he spoke still affect the worlds of everyone he knew. there will always be his memory and how knowing them changed who you are.
remember to live your life and always remember.

Get a big bowl of ice cream, grab your best friends, and bitch the night away.~

and never forget that its okay to cry. although she is never coming back remember that you still have to continue.

……it`s okay to cry……..sometimes it`s best to let out all the tears. if you don`t it can turn into hatred. remember that

i mean they are not she is….

Alcohol is always a good way to cope with it… just get wasted with some friends of yours and his who miss him too, and dedicate the night to jonny trumpet player. Then whenever you remember him, you can remember how awesome he was, and what a great goodbye he got.

I mean, sleepig pills, really? Coincidence or Celestial Irony?

Shit, this thread is several months old… sorry guys. that “7” douchebag upped it and i didn’t notice.

….I’m sorry, Kaxbe.

Time. All you need is time. Believe me.

My Mom.

She was a great person. She was the reason why I haven’t gone insane in my life. When she was alive, I never took death seriously. I always brushed it off when I heard other people talk about how one of their friends or family members died. I always thoug, “That’ll never happen to me. At least not any time soon.”

Her death was sudden. One day she’s happy and breathing, in a week I’m stareing down at her lifeless body attached to millions of tubes and in a hospital robe, while my sister and my dad cried their eyes out next to me.

As for how I coped, I couldn’t. My mind snapped, fragmented to the point of no repair. I became violent, cold, and heartless, and since I knew that I would never be able to become how I was before, I had to learn to enjoy these emotions… To become strong from the pain.

I hope that won’t be your case. Wait until one of the bigger losses happen in your life, (unless they’ve already happened) Best case scenario is that you’ll get over it. As for the worst case… Look at me.

And remember, don’t cry. Keep the pain inside so others won’t feel it.