Remembering Those Who Have Passed.

I just thought I would make a thread for anyone to come and discuss about death, and to remember those close to them who have passed and share memories with each other. They can be funny, or sad. Whatever you feel like sharing. I guess I'll start.

Eric Murray. He was the father of one of my best friends kids. He died this summer in a motorcycle accident. We had been getting very close with each other, and he had asked me to date him. Regretfully, I turned him down, and a week later he got into his accident. It's something I'll always wish I could take back. I've felt like if I had said yes, he would of been with me that night, and not on that motorcycle. I know I can't blame myself, but it's something I'll always feel. His son will never get to know the father everyone loved so dearly, and that just really sucks to say the least. Eric Murray was a man of honor, and fought everyday for his son, who my friend took away from him when she moved to a different state. He's someone I will never forget, and when her son gets older, I'm sure I'll be sharing stories with him about his father.

This summer I met this new boy. His name was Chris Davis. And I must say, he was one of the funniest people I had ever met in my life. Also, one of the nicest. He always had a polar pop in his hand, and was always craving beef sticks. I remember him and another friend sitting in the backseat of my best friends car, making up a rap to the beat of Love Games by Lady Gaga. Haha. We lost Chris Davis in a house fire at the end of June. I had only known him for about 2 months. In such a short amount of time, he touched my life in so many ways. He truly is someone I will never forget. He was very much well loved. The day after he died, we had a candle-light ceremony in front of his house. We figured a few people would show, and then leave. We ended up being there for nearly 4 hours, as a hundred or more people came to his house and lit candles. Sometimes I wonder how god can be so cruel to take someone so special. But it has just made me cherish life so much more. I'm grateful for the time that I had with him.

You will always remain in my heart.

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Hunter Groth:
When I was in fourth grade i will always remember the day kids were talking about a house fire that happened last night because lightning struck a house. Little did I know it was one of my best friend's house. I had heard she was in the hospital, so I was a bit worried. Nothing could prepare me for what happened next. Our Elementary School Principle came in with bad news. Hunter had died in that fire, along with her two sisters. I broke down in tears and so did almost everyone else. She was one of the sweetest people that ever lived, and she had died that night. I left school early that day. Didn't go back for the next few days. My music teacher organised a song what we sang at our Christmas Choir concert. Then our class went out and put purple ribbons in trees, on fences, anywhere we could tie them. Then the school had various flowers planted and trees put in.
R.I.P. Cheyenne<3Hunter<3Rae'ven<3
http://www.myspace.com/crh32207

I'm sorry about your friend. It's tough, specially at that age.

Thank you for your sympathy.
I've been feeling better.
Sometimes you have to forget it happened, but it'll always stay with you.
I coped with it pretty well after seeing counselours and people like that.
I just, for the most part, needed to express my feelings.

Yeah it's always good to get things like that out. When I was in 5th grade a boy I was just becoming to be friends with commited suicide. He was only in 6th grade. I don't think I'll ever understand it, but talking with people about it since then has helped. I think him dying doesn't bother me as much anymore. It's more of the fact that a 12 year old thought his life would never get better.

I'm sorry to hear that.
And yeah when Hunter died there wasn't a dry eye in that room. Teachers, students, everyone was crying. It made me feel really bad too because I had snapped at her before she died and never got the oppurtunity to apoligise.
Talking about my problems with people has always helped...and I think I may take another visit to the counselor. I have had a few problems recently but w/e. They don't pertain to the subject of this thread.

Yeah well. I know we don't know each other, but if you ever need to talk to someone or something I'm always open. Sorry if that's weird. I just like helping people out.

It isn't weird.
And thank you.
It's always nice to have support from other people.

Jacobous Cornelius Karel:
My father, he passed away 6 and a half years ago. I was 10 when he passed, and it was the hardest thing I've ever had to go through. The day before, he was meant to pick me up from school, but never showed up, so I had to call my mum, and we ended up spending the night in the hospital because my brother cut his leg and needed stiches. the next day, my mum answered the phone, then called me and my brother into the living room and simple said "dad's dead.". I rememebr standing there for a minute, shocked, before I ran into my room, collapsed on the bed and bawled, and wouldn't leave the room until my other brother came around later that night.
it's still the hardest thing I've gone through, and I miss him every day and still feel the emptiness and aching for him.
I hate not being able to share my life experiences with him, and that I lost him so young, but I like to think he's in a good place now. I'm getting a memorial tattoo for him, a yacht with his name and birth and death date written in the sails, because my dad loved boats and the ocean.
I still look into peoples faces to see if it's him.

(there are plently more but i'm only putting one)

Bruce (not putting last name):
My dad, passed away suddenly a week before the holiday's . It will be three years December 17th. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him. I spent the day at my aunts with my two sisters while my mom and other family was at the hospital. I decided to go home and decorate for the holiday's so I could surprise him when he got back. Late at night my mom comes home crying and tells me your father couldn't be saved. Now every time when the holidays come around it hurts me beyond belief because, I lost the one person in my family I was close to. There is not one day that I don't think about him. Thinking what he would think of me, would he be proud of me. I want him to answer these questions, not other people assuming how he would have felt. One reason I chose my major in college was because he always wanted to help people but he nver had the chance to go to college to get that degree, so he did a bunch of charity jobs because he owned a roofing company. I'm still waiting for him to walk through that door and apologize for being away so long, but I know that won't happen.

Clair Crowl:
I'll never forget the day when I found out my mom had left home to go be with my grandparents. I was at a track meet and I had placed 2nd in long jump and I was so exicted to tell my mom when I got home. I entered the door to find her gone. I just stood in the kitchen, immobile, and cried. I didn't stop. My mom returned home, scared, but resuming life like normal. A few days later, she left again, this time my grandpa was near death. He had been a tough guy all his life. He knew his time was about over. I didn't want him to leave me because I didn't know what I'd do without him. I called my mom one night and begged her to tell my grandpa that I loved him. I had never told him that up front; I wasn't sure if he knew how much I loved him. Still to this day I don't know if he actually knew what he meant to me. Shows that procrastination is never a good thing.
My grandpa, my hero, my saviour. He was the brightest happiest person I have ever known and I will never find another. He touched my life in so many various ways and pushed me to do the best in life that I can. I love/loved him with all my heart. He died in 2005 from lukemia paired with a later case of pneumonia. He died soon after he was admitted to the hospital on Easter day with a temperature of 104.7. He was almost like my father and took better care of me than anyone did even though he was 500 miles and 9 hours away. I miss him and I can't wait until the day I get to hear him say hello again.

Simon B
He was, without a doubt, the most brilliant kid in my graduating class. He was regularly excused from school to take his calculus and physics classes at the local college. He studied for fun. He was set to go to an Ivy League school. He would have been Valedictorian. Simon was born without of the chambers of his heart. He wasn't expected to live past birth and was baptized by an anonymous priest. He made it nineteen years, and we all thought he beat the odds. He had multiple surgeries to help his body compensate for his heart defect, and he was looking better by the year. He fell down the stairs at his home, and went into cardiac arrest. He was that fragile. He died two days later over Winter Break, and never returned to school. I had no idea he died until I came back and saw his friends crying. Someone shows me his obituary, and I lost it. I still miss him.

Norma
She's my grandmother, and was pretty much my mother-figure while my mom was dealing with her issues. I was her caretaker and held the power of attorney for her. I was the one talking to her doctors, even as her health spun out of control. She quit responding to people around Thanksgiving. Around the beginning of December, the decision was made to move her into Hospice. She died on the 19th of complications of liver cancer. I ended up in court battling my aunt and uncle, who wanted her presented for a wake and for Christian burial, which was explicitly against her wishes. As i had her power of attorney, it would be me making the decisions of what to do with her remains, and I fully intended on having her cremated as per her orders. The judge sided with my aunt and uncle, on the basis that i was only 19 at the time, and revoked my power of attorney. My aunt and uncle had her laid out for a wake, which would made me my grandmother howl because she HATED being in front of people in life. I spent the first two days of her wake battling in court to have my power of attorney reinstated. A judge reinstated it, and I had her cremated the next morning, the day my aunt and uncle had planned to bury her. I remember her when I cook, because she taught me the art. I just wish she hadn't taken some of her recipes with her. I currently have her written recipes locked in a firesafe box under my bed. My aunt (the one I spoke of earlier) has tried for years to let her 'borrow' them, but I know if I do I'll never get them back, so I photocopied them and mailed them to her, instructing her to never contact me again for her lack of respect for me, and for her mother.

You'll always be under form of light within my heart.

Sleep well, Aiden.

I'm glad this thread has gotten as many posts as it has. I'm sorry for all of your losses. A few of them really touched me. Specially Strawberries story of her grandmother. My mom went through basically the same thing with my grandmother and grandfather with her siblings.


Time heals everything.

Chris, my brother:
Ever since he was born in 01', he'd had medical problems.
I was all ready for him to die, till he turned 4.
He was in and out of hospitals, he'd had more surgeries than all of my family put together, a broken arm, three syndromes, and plenty of doctors. He never was retarded, though, no matter what anyone may have tried to insinuate.
He was actually brilliant, he had a couple of fine motor problems, but you could always tell there was something going on upstairs.
He learned sign language at the age of two, and started talking a little afterward.
He loved to ski, and he was getting so good after they took the feeding tube out, that he could go on his own.
We even taught him to read.
Then one night, November 07, the night before my other brothers birthday, actually, he passed in his sleep.
No one saw it coming, he'd been running around all summer like a normal kid.
If you hadn't known, you'd never have been able to tell he had any kind of special need.
The anniversary is actually here in a week or so, and he'd be turning 8 later on in the month.