today marks the one year anniversary of my best friends death. i miss him so fucking much. im just glad i got to tell him he was my best mate just hours before he died. he died aged 26, electicuted at a train station in an alcohol induced accident. i know it wanst my fault but i was supposed to go back to his house that night but went home cos i had to lend my mum money in the morning and he gave me his last $60 to get a cab home which left him stranded. which is how he ended up at the train station. i blame my self in part. im so sorry alex, i should have been there for you man. you tried to call me on your way home but i was passed out drunk cos you got me wasted as always. i love you bro, im so fucking sorry. please forgive me so i can forgive myself.
this picture was taken hours before his death at our other mates birthday drinks, alex is on the left in the white. im the one with the beard in white on the right. please people, dont take your friends for granted, tell them you care but most of all, never leave them stranded, the guilt will eat at you.
this picture was taken hours before his death at our other mates birthday drinks, alex is on the left in the white. im the one with the beard in white on the right. please people, dont take your friends for granted, tell them you care but most of all, never leave them stranded, the guilt will eat at you.
When I lost my brother and sis-in-law in 2009 I could barely function. Im still feel trememdous guiilt about things said and unsaid. We love each other very much and very nearly killed me.
One day someone (I think my dad) said - 'one day instead of waking up with a gaping wound every morning which hurts like hell, you will wake up in a scar. It will ache often but it means you might be healing.
i hope you tkae some comfort from that,