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I hoped when I'd finally update my journals again it'd be for a much happier reason than this. Writing things down is just one of many methods i'm trying to get through what could easily be the most difficult and emotional experience of my life and it helps, even if it's just a small amount. I had some news ten days ago that will affect me for the rest of my days.
Chris Meehan, my best friend, passed away suddenly on the 1st of this month. He was 23.
I don't know what to say, or what to do. I've spent the last week with friends and Chris's family and slowly we're discovering what happened amid the mutual anguish, the perpetual grief and tears. I'm on no quest for knowledge because i'm distraught enough at losing someone so close to me without any warning but I know that eventually i'll find out one way or another. Unfortunately, I know there's no conclusion that i'll ever be satisfied with.
I could write about all the wonderful things at length, all the memories and the good times down to the most insignificant details, but I don't want to. That's mine for me to look back on with a trace of a smile and an inevitable lump in my throat. It's true that there are plenty of things to remember, and being workmates for two years as well as drinking buddies, someone to confide in, play games with, and sit up until the early hours promoting long-forgotten 90s pop music and knocking back Absynthe in Amanda's basement (at 4am) meant that we spent an awful lot of time together.
At the end of it all, the only thing I really feel like saying is that i'll miss him, i'll miss him like crazy, and that I really am at a loss without him. He was one hell of a friend.
-Rich
Chris Meehan, my best friend, passed away suddenly on the 1st of this month. He was 23.
I don't know what to say, or what to do. I've spent the last week with friends and Chris's family and slowly we're discovering what happened amid the mutual anguish, the perpetual grief and tears. I'm on no quest for knowledge because i'm distraught enough at losing someone so close to me without any warning but I know that eventually i'll find out one way or another. Unfortunately, I know there's no conclusion that i'll ever be satisfied with.
I could write about all the wonderful things at length, all the memories and the good times down to the most insignificant details, but I don't want to. That's mine for me to look back on with a trace of a smile and an inevitable lump in my throat. It's true that there are plenty of things to remember, and being workmates for two years as well as drinking buddies, someone to confide in, play games with, and sit up until the early hours promoting long-forgotten 90s pop music and knocking back Absynthe in Amanda's basement (at 4am) meant that we spent an awful lot of time together.
At the end of it all, the only thing I really feel like saying is that i'll miss him, i'll miss him like crazy, and that I really am at a loss without him. He was one hell of a friend.
-Rich