I Have A Friend That Died
I'll try to keep each as short as they need to be get the scenario.
First was Marc. He was cool. Lively, always into som'n, new about and kept up with trends whether it be music, fashion, etc. After seeing my abilities in drawing he took it up and we would hang and make drawings each day and would compare at lunch or end of day. We both raced RC cars from the time we were kids up until we hit high school. We both played soccer and were on a winning team that my mom coached back when we were just heading out of elementary school. We would kick and talk about the hotties, snow boarding and cars, etc. Just a mellow life loving individual. But, he did have this bad boy side that eventually got the best of him. One day, he asked his parents for a motorcycle. Being divorced the Dad said whatever your mother says. The Mother said "absolutely not" and that was that. The mom later was slated to leave the country on vacation for some extended period of time. Brian used this opportunity to tell his Dad that his mom said it's cool to get a bike. Well, he got it. And the first day he had it he was leaving school and turned to wave goodbye to some friends. He didn't notice the traffic in front of him had come to a stop. He rear ended the car in front of him full speed and flipped over and landed, hitting his head on a curb. He was taken to the hospital and the good news was that, he was alive and walking around and just as charismatic as before the accident. The Dr.s didn't catch that he had brain swelling - eventually causing him to fall into a coma and eventually become brain dead. People said they were going to visit him the night the accident, but I heard he was fine so decided to refrain from the trip. The next day, word spread around school that he had passed. I was in denial. Shock. Disbelief. We all made the trip to see him and there was his mother in tears, confirming the news, saying to me, 'My, you've gotten so big and tall over the years' with her motherly smile. She then said 'He's over there, go say hi'. I went over and held his hand. It was warm. He was warm. It was like he was just sleeping. But he wasn't. Shortly after all the good byes had been said they pulled the plug as the Drs stated they could not reverse someone who is brain dead. I cried. Played 'No Woman No Cry' over and over. We reminisced for weeks after. It sucked. Little did we know that down the line there would be more of us who would leave the earth forever.
The next was John. He was too cool for school lol. He always had som'n goin on - this or that, some thing that was happenin and that everyone wanted to be a part of. Much like Brian, he had a nack for being a sorta bad boy type. We were always talkin about pulling the ladies and hangin. He was really into cars and would build 'em and race them. One car had something like 700hp at the wheel. Insane in the membrane. After attending college together in LA we talked a lot about going to law school and starting a firm so we could take over the world and continue the party lol. Power hitters in the biz world. He had been into some things by this point and was trying to leave his past behind him. When seeing my mom one day he disclaimed that he had 'turned over a new leaf!' When my mom shot back the "Uh huh..." he replied "No really! I really have." I was laughing to my self at the time - but I truly believed he was doing just that. One night at a party, the last night I would see him, he stopped by late and left early. When given crap on leaving early he stated "I have some stuff to take care of early tomorrow so I can't stay". Everyone was in shock a bit because he, like all of us, loved to party. In the end, he did go home. That morning my friend and I were working together. We received a call stating that John had passed and again, I couldn't believe it. He was just with us the night before. Turned out he went to sell that fast car of his to a dipshit who couldn't drive. The guy ended up losing control at a super fast rate of speed and Todd, not wearing his seat belt, was ejected from the car and then struck an overpass. That was the end. The brutal end. Years later, his brother ended up committing suicide. I've never seen so many people at a funeral. I've never seen so many people so upset.
Years after, we had all sort of moved on. Not all of us - but most. Then a friend passed away at our shock again. Carter was a good kid. A great athlete. A ladies man. Always nice and caring about his friends and family. We were best friends... we met relatively early on like John and Marc - in our childhood through sports, etc. During high school we became inseparable and began hanging 24/7. He didn't drink or abuse any substances but would still party which was cool. But one day, our lives separated - he moved to a new town to pursue athletics and I moved the opposite direction to pursue other things. After getting a serious girlfriend we kind of grew apart. The talks went down to once or twice every few months. He ended up having a kid with a girl he met and I was living with a girl that I was very into. Years down the line I ended up receiving a call with him mumbling and giggling in a high pitch voice talking about some bad things. Bad things he had done and the problems it was causing. It was obvious that he was intoxicated on something. I wrapped out and explained things would be better. Shortly after he was found dead in his bedroom. There are conflicting reports of the cause, but it is believed to be drugs by one crowd and then it's believed that it was a seizure. Not sure, but I felt like I lost a brother upon the news. That one really devastated and changed me forever. We weren't even out of our twenties yet. He left behind a son that I know he looks over now from heaven.
Years passed and everything seemed to be almost normal again. When a friend was hit by a car. Jared was hit by a drunk driver. Although, he was just as fun as my other friends - he ironically was doing nothing mischievous at the time. Just some chump wasted came along and smacked him and he was gone. At this point I was sick of all the death in our group. Although, I hadn't seen him in some time - it was still rough. We grew up together. We did a lot of stuff together involving evil shenanigans that will always be remembered and told to my younger ones. I became nervous and wondered, when will it end? Who could or would be next?
Again some time had passed and all of the tragedy was behind us. When along came a new friend. A friend who was hilarious and just as lively as the rest of us. Usually rare from an outsider. She assimilated into the group like a cool breeze. One day, after years had passed of hanging out and knowing her - there was some reports that she got sick. Apparently there was a very serious issue with her liver. We thought it may have been from drinking initially but it turns out it was a congenital complication. The Drs placed her on a liver transplant list and for months she was in the hospital waiting in her painful condition. One liver came and it wasn't a match. Another liver came and it was deemed too large. A third liver came and it was a match! Finally, a perfect fit. We were all nervous about the operation but these guys were good. Some of the top Drs around. They performed the operation and I received word that she was fine! In good condition and healing better than they had ever seen prior.... and these weren't some new kids on the block. I was relieved all had gone well. Her BF at the time was comforting her and visiting her and grabbing/doing anything she asked for. He got a call one day saying he was really needed at work... he thought since the results were good he could squeeze in a day. He split later on and notified me he'd be back. Then, the next day, I get a text saying that she had passed due to a complication from the surgery. Basically, a brain aneurysm. And that was it. That was all she wrote. Although the most recent, it was one of the heaviest as it just reminded of all that had already been. All those emotions, feelings, what do you say's, what do you do's, etc...
In around and between these, three more acquaintances passed. One from being shocked in a bathtub. Another from a drunk driver and the last from a gunshot wound over a misunderstanding and a girl. And now I'm here. Hopefully this is all over and there will be no more. Hopefully, this will be last with the exception of father time and old age. Hopefully, no more of us will be next. Hopefully, I won't be next.
First was Marc. He was cool. Lively, always into som'n, new about and kept up with trends whether it be music, fashion, etc. After seeing my abilities in drawing he took it up and we would hang and make drawings each day and would compare at lunch or end of day. We both raced RC cars from the time we were kids up until we hit high school. We both played soccer and were on a winning team that my mom coached back when we were just heading out of elementary school. We would kick and talk about the hotties, snow boarding and cars, etc. Just a mellow life loving individual. But, he did have this bad boy side that eventually got the best of him. One day, he asked his parents for a motorcycle. Being divorced the Dad said whatever your mother says. The Mother said "absolutely not" and that was that. The mom later was slated to leave the country on vacation for some extended period of time. Brian used this opportunity to tell his Dad that his mom said it's cool to get a bike. Well, he got it. And the first day he had it he was leaving school and turned to wave goodbye to some friends. He didn't notice the traffic in front of him had come to a stop. He rear ended the car in front of him full speed and flipped over and landed, hitting his head on a curb. He was taken to the hospital and the good news was that, he was alive and walking around and just as charismatic as before the accident. The Dr.s didn't catch that he had brain swelling - eventually causing him to fall into a coma and eventually become brain dead. People said they were going to visit him the night the accident, but I heard he was fine so decided to refrain from the trip. The next day, word spread around school that he had passed. I was in denial. Shock. Disbelief. We all made the trip to see him and there was his mother in tears, confirming the news, saying to me, 'My, you've gotten so big and tall over the years' with her motherly smile. She then said 'He's over there, go say hi'. I went over and held his hand. It was warm. He was warm. It was like he was just sleeping. But he wasn't. Shortly after all the good byes had been said they pulled the plug as the Drs stated they could not reverse someone who is brain dead. I cried. Played 'No Woman No Cry' over and over. We reminisced for weeks after. It sucked. Little did we know that down the line there would be more of us who would leave the earth forever.
The next was John. He was too cool for school lol. He always had som'n goin on - this or that, some thing that was happenin and that everyone wanted to be a part of. Much like Brian, he had a nack for being a sorta bad boy type. We were always talkin about pulling the ladies and hangin. He was really into cars and would build 'em and race them. One car had something like 700hp at the wheel. Insane in the membrane. After attending college together in LA we talked a lot about going to law school and starting a firm so we could take over the world and continue the party lol. Power hitters in the biz world. He had been into some things by this point and was trying to leave his past behind him. When seeing my mom one day he disclaimed that he had 'turned over a new leaf!' When my mom shot back the "Uh huh..." he replied "No really! I really have." I was laughing to my self at the time - but I truly believed he was doing just that. One night at a party, the last night I would see him, he stopped by late and left early. When given crap on leaving early he stated "I have some stuff to take care of early tomorrow so I can't stay". Everyone was in shock a bit because he, like all of us, loved to party. In the end, he did go home. That morning my friend and I were working together. We received a call stating that John had passed and again, I couldn't believe it. He was just with us the night before. Turned out he went to sell that fast car of his to a dipshit who couldn't drive. The guy ended up losing control at a super fast rate of speed and Todd, not wearing his seat belt, was ejected from the car and then struck an overpass. That was the end. The brutal end. Years later, his brother ended up committing suicide. I've never seen so many people at a funeral. I've never seen so many people so upset.
Years after, we had all sort of moved on. Not all of us - but most. Then a friend passed away at our shock again. Carter was a good kid. A great athlete. A ladies man. Always nice and caring about his friends and family. We were best friends... we met relatively early on like John and Marc - in our childhood through sports, etc. During high school we became inseparable and began hanging 24/7. He didn't drink or abuse any substances but would still party which was cool. But one day, our lives separated - he moved to a new town to pursue athletics and I moved the opposite direction to pursue other things. After getting a serious girlfriend we kind of grew apart. The talks went down to once or twice every few months. He ended up having a kid with a girl he met and I was living with a girl that I was very into. Years down the line I ended up receiving a call with him mumbling and giggling in a high pitch voice talking about some bad things. Bad things he had done and the problems it was causing. It was obvious that he was intoxicated on something. I wrapped out and explained things would be better. Shortly after he was found dead in his bedroom. There are conflicting reports of the cause, but it is believed to be drugs by one crowd and then it's believed that it was a seizure. Not sure, but I felt like I lost a brother upon the news. That one really devastated and changed me forever. We weren't even out of our twenties yet. He left behind a son that I know he looks over now from heaven.
Years passed and everything seemed to be almost normal again. When a friend was hit by a car. Jared was hit by a drunk driver. Although, he was just as fun as my other friends - he ironically was doing nothing mischievous at the time. Just some chump wasted came along and smacked him and he was gone. At this point I was sick of all the death in our group. Although, I hadn't seen him in some time - it was still rough. We grew up together. We did a lot of stuff together involving evil shenanigans that will always be remembered and told to my younger ones. I became nervous and wondered, when will it end? Who could or would be next?
Again some time had passed and all of the tragedy was behind us. When along came a new friend. A friend who was hilarious and just as lively as the rest of us. Usually rare from an outsider. She assimilated into the group like a cool breeze. One day, after years had passed of hanging out and knowing her - there was some reports that she got sick. Apparently there was a very serious issue with her liver. We thought it may have been from drinking initially but it turns out it was a congenital complication. The Drs placed her on a liver transplant list and for months she was in the hospital waiting in her painful condition. One liver came and it wasn't a match. Another liver came and it was deemed too large. A third liver came and it was a match! Finally, a perfect fit. We were all nervous about the operation but these guys were good. Some of the top Drs around. They performed the operation and I received word that she was fine! In good condition and healing better than they had ever seen prior.... and these weren't some new kids on the block. I was relieved all had gone well. Her BF at the time was comforting her and visiting her and grabbing/doing anything she asked for. He got a call one day saying he was really needed at work... he thought since the results were good he could squeeze in a day. He split later on and notified me he'd be back. Then, the next day, I get a text saying that she had passed due to a complication from the surgery. Basically, a brain aneurysm. And that was it. That was all she wrote. Although the most recent, it was one of the heaviest as it just reminded of all that had already been. All those emotions, feelings, what do you say's, what do you do's, etc...
In around and between these, three more acquaintances passed. One from being shocked in a bathtub. Another from a drunk driver and the last from a gunshot wound over a misunderstanding and a girl. And now I'm here. Hopefully this is all over and there will be no more. Hopefully, this will be last with the exception of father time and old age. Hopefully, no more of us will be next. Hopefully, I won't be next.
By:
bbqchickenrobot
Age:
31-35
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Male
