I was going to write a blog post about Disneyland, seeing as how my Disney season is starting. But then something happened and I couldn’t write about how happy I was. My friend took his life. I wasn’t prepared for it.
I don’t think anyone is really prepared for when their friend takes their own life. It’s a shock to everyone because they seemed fine. They make plans with people, reach out, try new things. They has just hung out with people. They were going out with people the next day.
I don’t know what happened and I won’t pretend to understand. I know I can’t understand what he was going through. I know I can’t understand how other people closer to him feel. I know that I miss my friend. I know that there is so much I want to tell him.
I want to tell him that I love him. I’m sorry I hadn’t reached out in a while. We get busy, there is stuff to do, he’ll be there tomorrow or next week or next month and I’ll see him then. I would like to have one more conversation with him. We used to have these great conversations when we were in high school. The kind of conversations that only 16 year olds can have. We used to have great conversations when we were older too. I will miss the great conversations that could have been.
I want to tell him that I even though I didn’t talk to him often, I thought about him. We had been friends for more than 17 years. That kind of friendship doesn’t just go away. Even if we didn’t speak, he was in my thoughts and memories.
I want to tell him that I’m angry. So many people loved him and cared about him. But I know that wouldn’t have made a difference. Sometimes, there are things that can’t been seen because they can’t be felt. Sometimes, we get to this place where the end seems to be the only way out. That doesn’t make me any less angry.
I want to tell him that I miss him. And that I’m sad that he is gone. I went numb when I was told, but after the numbness came the tears. Sometimes, I wasn’t sure I could every stop crying. True, we hadn’t talked in months, but I never thought I would never be able to talk to him again. Even now, I don’t want to believe it.
Mostly, I want to tell him that I will remember him. I will remember the good times we had together. I will remember the laughter and the smiles. I will remember the sarcasm. I will remember when he was there for me when I needed a friend to lean on. I will remember him. I will miss him. I hope you are resting in peace, my friend.