2 great grand parents
1 uncle
my father
my old mentor passed away recently
my great grant mothers died when i was 7 dont remember how uncle died of gan green[sp] in his blood stream
dad died of emphethesima in his lungs and a heart attack so he prtty much died from smoking
and menter had som cancer dunno what
I am graduating soon, and my father was the one who always wanted to watch me graduate, i learned how hard this is..... how hard it is to even consider walking across the stage after loosing aloved one. to watch my asistant principle hug his daughter has made me cry, i miss him so much..... they werent kidding when they said the pain never goes away
Originally posted by Lt_Championreally sorry to hear man, i cant imagine
I am graduating soon, and my father was the one who always wanted to watch me graduate, i learned how hard this is..... how hard it is to even consider walking across the stage after loosing aloved one. to watch my asistant principle hug his daughter has made me cry, i miss him so much..... they werent kidding when they said the pain never goes away
in time you will accept it, it happens to everyone
its the bond we all share
Originally posted by Lt_Champion
I am graduating soon, and my father was the one who always wanted to watch me graduate, i learned how hard this is..... how hard it is to even consider walking across the stage after loosing aloved one. to watch my asistant principle hug his daughter has made me cry, i miss him so much..... they werent kidding when they said the pain never goes away
Originally posted by ImpedimentId offer a hug but one over the internet doesnt work. I will never forget the look on my families face, and or the sound of my mother crying when she thought i couldnt hear. I cant imagine how much worse it could be if they killed themselves. im sorry.
September 3, 2003.I discovered my friend, Ryan, in the woods with a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the mouth. We formed a search party when we found his suicide note. I'll never forget his brother's screams.
lost 2 good friends of mine within the space of 4 months. the second death hit me like a tonne of bricks being so close to the 1 st one. what sucked most of all was that i would spend most of my time with them both until I got my first job, then got a brain tumour decided to take the plunge off a 14th floor block while the other took the noose to his neck. It was the year 2000 - what a ****en shitty year.
I remember when I was 19 I wanted to be a cop or a U.S. Marine, and my Grandma was dead set against it, even crying at the prospect, it wasn't until after she died a while back that I found out why.
Her little brother Cecil was a U.S. Marine in WWII, and he got shot up all to hell, came back to Louisiana and became a drunk to deal with the pain. He eventually became a Deputy Sheriff. One night he responded to a bar fight, and arrested an old man who started it. Back then, they just let drunks sleep it off in a cell, then send them on their way the next day.
Well, about 3 or 4 in the morning, in walks the drunks son with a double barrel shotgun. He walked right up to my Uncle Cecil, placed the gun against his chest, and blew my uncle out of his chair. Dude got like 5 purple hearts and other medals, was a war hero, the Japanese coudln't kill him, but some punk with a shotgun killed him.