Gone at 27
One of my highschool batchmates died. According to sources (that are unconfirmed) he committed suicide. This is a first for me - someone I personally know took his own life. And btw, he never was one of those people who wore black or sang sad tunes. In hindsight, I'd use the word bubbly to describe him.
I never spent an entire day with him, well, one that I can remember. We were never close but I think I'm subconsciously trying to deny he's gone.
Close friends know that I'm one of those people who handles death or illness with unbelievable ineptitude.
I checked my departed batchmates friendster account and it said he was online in the past 24 hours but I believe he has been dead for more than that. Whoever has access to his account should just delete it not because he's gone but I think it's the proper thing to do.
I'm shocked and speechless - aside from the obvious fact a person I know is dead but because I'm even affected. Gone at 27.
I don't want to think that his death is another dark cloud over my head but a dark light that has been lit inside me.
Extinguishing it isn't the way to go...the black fire must run its course until it consumes itself and my inner universe returns to its inky chaos.
I never spent an entire day with him, well, one that I can remember. We were never close but I think I'm subconsciously trying to deny he's gone.
Close friends know that I'm one of those people who handles death or illness with unbelievable ineptitude.
I checked my departed batchmates friendster account and it said he was online in the past 24 hours but I believe he has been dead for more than that. Whoever has access to his account should just delete it not because he's gone but I think it's the proper thing to do.
I'm shocked and speechless - aside from the obvious fact a person I know is dead but because I'm even affected. Gone at 27.
I don't want to think that his death is another dark cloud over my head but a dark light that has been lit inside me.
Extinguishing it isn't the way to go...the black fire must run its course until it consumes itself and my inner universe returns to its inky chaos.