Death sucks.....................
Found out on Monday that a good friend of the family died that morning in bed at his home. His son (my old best friend) had to do CPR on him but had no luck. He wasn't that old...I guess in his 50's or early 60's and has been very ill with a variety of things and had been deteriorating quite a bit during the last few years. In and out of the hospital. He required dialysis a few times a week. Things were getting...bad.
He managed to get out to church quite a bit though and seemed alright Sunday when he was there but obviously something happened between Sunday and Monday...
*sigh*
A brief history regarding my relation to this guy. His son and I were best friends while I was growing up. We met at church and his dad (the guy who died) always brought paper and pencils for us to draw with during the service to keep us entertained. He also taught us Sunday School and was the best teacher I had ever had. He was wasn't super churchy or preachy like other Sunday School teachers. He was down to earth and cool. An example being if someone was too loud or not paying attention in class a traditional teacher would usually just kindly ask them to be quiet or say something like "God wants you to pay attention", this guy on the other hand would either smack you upside the head or throw something at you (he threw an eraser at me one time when I was laughing during a prayer, it hurt like a bitch...but hey, I learned not to do it again hehe).
Beyond Sunday School his son and I hung out all the time. They used to live out in St Francis Xavier and he'd take us fishing, help us catch snakes and voles. He introduced me to TV shows like Cheers and Saturday Night Live and movies like Spaceballs (my parents wouldn't let me watch it hehe). Everything was always so much fun when I was at their place.
As we got older his son moved away for a bit and so he and I started hanging out and developed a very good friendship.
Death is such a strange concept. Monday evening as I was busing to class I was thinking to myself as I looked at people and cars going by and tried to understand that he will never see this stuff again. These thoughts led to other thoughts about death that I absolutely hate thinking about.
I can't understand death because everything I know up to this point in my life involves stuff I've seen, heard, said, felt, experienced...basically I understand "existence", well to an extent that is. Everything I know involves existing. The idea of not existing just doesn't make sense. Much like this paragraph probably lol
Anyways, his funeral is on Sunday and I'm not looking forward to it (that's a stupid thing to say, does anyone actually look forward to funerals?).
Something I'm curious about though is that I have no idea what to say to his son or his wife...er...widow now I guess. Saying something like "I'm sory for your loss" just seems to unoriginal and empty.
Bah! I hate this stuff! But then what I'm feeling is probably nothing compared to what my friend and his mother are feeling...
I really am sorry for their loss. Maybe that statement isn't as empty as it originally seemed.
*sigh*
He managed to get out to church quite a bit though and seemed alright Sunday when he was there but obviously something happened between Sunday and Monday...
*sigh*
A brief history regarding my relation to this guy. His son and I were best friends while I was growing up. We met at church and his dad (the guy who died) always brought paper and pencils for us to draw with during the service to keep us entertained. He also taught us Sunday School and was the best teacher I had ever had. He was wasn't super churchy or preachy like other Sunday School teachers. He was down to earth and cool. An example being if someone was too loud or not paying attention in class a traditional teacher would usually just kindly ask them to be quiet or say something like "God wants you to pay attention", this guy on the other hand would either smack you upside the head or throw something at you (he threw an eraser at me one time when I was laughing during a prayer, it hurt like a bitch...but hey, I learned not to do it again hehe).
Beyond Sunday School his son and I hung out all the time. They used to live out in St Francis Xavier and he'd take us fishing, help us catch snakes and voles. He introduced me to TV shows like Cheers and Saturday Night Live and movies like Spaceballs (my parents wouldn't let me watch it hehe). Everything was always so much fun when I was at their place.
As we got older his son moved away for a bit and so he and I started hanging out and developed a very good friendship.
Death is such a strange concept. Monday evening as I was busing to class I was thinking to myself as I looked at people and cars going by and tried to understand that he will never see this stuff again. These thoughts led to other thoughts about death that I absolutely hate thinking about.
I can't understand death because everything I know up to this point in my life involves stuff I've seen, heard, said, felt, experienced...basically I understand "existence", well to an extent that is. Everything I know involves existing. The idea of not existing just doesn't make sense. Much like this paragraph probably lol
Anyways, his funeral is on Sunday and I'm not looking forward to it (that's a stupid thing to say, does anyone actually look forward to funerals?).
Something I'm curious about though is that I have no idea what to say to his son or his wife...er...widow now I guess. Saying something like "I'm sory for your loss" just seems to unoriginal and empty.
Bah! I hate this stuff! But then what I'm feeling is probably nothing compared to what my friend and his mother are feeling...
I really am sorry for their loss. Maybe that statement isn't as empty as it originally seemed.
*sigh*