At around 2AM, I received a phone call from a good friend of mine. He asked me if I knew what I happened to a familiar name, I replied with not a slightest clue. The name was familiar and I could put a face to it; we had went to junior high together. My friend then told me that he had past away a few hours ago, and that he took his own life. It's odd how I start to digest more memories of him right when the shocking news hit my ears. I dislike how the mind works, it often functions when things become unchangeable. We used to play basketball together, and he was in my physical educations class. We both tried out for the basketball team in 7th grade, with me making the list while he didn't. That separation would be one of the last times we would ever talk again. Despite the irrelevant lives we lived, I am still dazed at what happened. May you find the happiness you were once looking for, Bryan Morales.
On a different note, I am curious to know how long it will take until people will realize what they have lost. Even if its just a small bump, you have caused the friendship to grow stale. Don't push the limits because some people can not keep taking these hits.
Oh, and to the left of this blog, you should be able to see a poll with an option of four answers. So please vote in your convenience.
A few years ago a guy I knew since 6th grade got shot in the head over a small bag of weed. Then a a year or so after that a classmate of mine had picked me up when he saw me walking, he did this again a few weeks later, I found out that a little while after that he killed himself. It still is hard for me to believe that someone I knew, even though not that well, could of died already, let alone commited sucided. so crazy.
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