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I almost feel a need to apologize in advance for what i'm about to post, but this is indeed my journal and it is a good place to get this out rather than burden any particular person with needing to respond or even listen to it.
So I get to it...
My friend Steven Dufrense, whom I've had countless calvin and hobbes like adventures with as a younger kid in my old neighborhood, (I recall a great adventure through bee infested woods to find a scary, old historical graveyard, forgotten by most and far off from being seen by the road) He died a little less than a year ago. I hadn't talked to him in almost 5 years and to hear this news was quite quite saddening. I was with him when he father had passed away and that was my last firm memory of him. Steven had died of undisclosed illness.
I ran into some old friends at Sears, neighbors of my old house, and caught up on life. I asked how their family was, etc, the usual. I was curious to see how my old familiar neighborhood was bearing. It indeed had been awhile since I've investigated the woods of Duck Pond. What felt big then can now be seen on google maps and makes one realize how small it all was in reality.
I then asked them about the Dufrenses. My old neighbor explained to me how the mother was bearing with no husband, no son, but she still had her older daughters to talk to.
I then asked if they knew what had happened to Steven, what made him sick. They looked at me puzzled and explained to me what the papers respectfully neglected to share.
A breakup had occured, which I was never aware that Steven had a girlfriend... ever. He must've been pretty happy too... so much that the breakup threw him over the edge. He drove from Rhode Island to somewhere in Indiana... and shot himself in the head.
I was shocked to hear this ... My best friend in my youth and old neighborhood did not just die from some sort of bad food or even an overdose... but from taking his own life. And I, if you know me, feel ashamed that I never wrote him once or got in touch with him during all these years before and even during college. Would I have made a difference? Hell, would we be great friends right now? Regret, regret, regret of what could've been.
Well I got it out to share, and I apologize for ruining anyone's day after reading this. Just remember to cherish the ones you have, your mother and your father, despite anything. And you know that old friend you hadn't talked to in years? See how they're doing. You never know. They may need a friend and didn't know where to look.
So I get to it...
My friend Steven Dufrense, whom I've had countless calvin and hobbes like adventures with as a younger kid in my old neighborhood, (I recall a great adventure through bee infested woods to find a scary, old historical graveyard, forgotten by most and far off from being seen by the road) He died a little less than a year ago. I hadn't talked to him in almost 5 years and to hear this news was quite quite saddening. I was with him when he father had passed away and that was my last firm memory of him. Steven had died of undisclosed illness.
I ran into some old friends at Sears, neighbors of my old house, and caught up on life. I asked how their family was, etc, the usual. I was curious to see how my old familiar neighborhood was bearing. It indeed had been awhile since I've investigated the woods of Duck Pond. What felt big then can now be seen on google maps and makes one realize how small it all was in reality.
I then asked them about the Dufrenses. My old neighbor explained to me how the mother was bearing with no husband, no son, but she still had her older daughters to talk to.
I then asked if they knew what had happened to Steven, what made him sick. They looked at me puzzled and explained to me what the papers respectfully neglected to share.
A breakup had occured, which I was never aware that Steven had a girlfriend... ever. He must've been pretty happy too... so much that the breakup threw him over the edge. He drove from Rhode Island to somewhere in Indiana... and shot himself in the head.
I was shocked to hear this ... My best friend in my youth and old neighborhood did not just die from some sort of bad food or even an overdose... but from taking his own life. And I, if you know me, feel ashamed that I never wrote him once or got in touch with him during all these years before and even during college. Would I have made a difference? Hell, would we be great friends right now? Regret, regret, regret of what could've been.
Well I got it out to share, and I apologize for ruining anyone's day after reading this. Just remember to cherish the ones you have, your mother and your father, despite anything. And you know that old friend you hadn't talked to in years? See how they're doing. You never know. They may need a friend and didn't know where to look.