I saw this girl on campus and chatted with her a bit and her name completely escaped me. So later I decided to call my buddy Chris, who happened to be my roommate from freshman year and now my best friend.
When I call Chris, I get his roommate who tells me at 10am May 17th Chris crashed his four wheeler and died on impact. Initially I KNEW it was a prank and I laughed it off and did some searching. At 11 everything I knew crashed down around me and the reality set in, I lost my best friend. This kid's profession was riding dirt bikes and such, he was the last one I expected this to happen to...
It still really hasn't set in, one minute I know it's real and theres little I can do to stop the pain and the next I want to call him and hear him and know it's a bad joke.
This is the first person I've ever known to pass away and to be frank I'm not ready to accept that yet. No matter how hard I try to tell myself it's reality, I convince myself it was a dream.
Not real sure how I should deal with this all. I guess at the funeral or next year when he is supposed to be my roommate again, it'll all finally start to sink in...I guess if I just pay attention to school and friends I can kind of keep it off my mind.
It's funny how in such a terrible time we can actually find a bit of happiness, some light in what feels like a world of darkness. My ex came to spend the evening with me to make sure I was ok and this whole thing helped mend the ties between us. We spent the night chatting about all the funny and stupid things Chris used to say and do. I guess that's the best way to remember someone. I'm still bothered by something though, during finals week, 2 weeks ago, Chris knew I was stressed and invited me to go riding with him to kind of relax and I never made time for him. He even called me last week to make sure I had gotten home safely and see how I was and you know what? I didn't want to talk on the phone so I cut him off with some total BS excuse...that was the last time I talked to him.
I don't expect anyone to say anything to make everything magically make sense or feel better. I just need to say what I need to say.
RIP #38
When I call Chris, I get his roommate who tells me at 10am May 17th Chris crashed his four wheeler and died on impact. Initially I KNEW it was a prank and I laughed it off and did some searching. At 11 everything I knew crashed down around me and the reality set in, I lost my best friend. This kid's profession was riding dirt bikes and such, he was the last one I expected this to happen to...
It still really hasn't set in, one minute I know it's real and theres little I can do to stop the pain and the next I want to call him and hear him and know it's a bad joke.
This is the first person I've ever known to pass away and to be frank I'm not ready to accept that yet. No matter how hard I try to tell myself it's reality, I convince myself it was a dream.
Not real sure how I should deal with this all. I guess at the funeral or next year when he is supposed to be my roommate again, it'll all finally start to sink in...I guess if I just pay attention to school and friends I can kind of keep it off my mind.
It's funny how in such a terrible time we can actually find a bit of happiness, some light in what feels like a world of darkness. My ex came to spend the evening with me to make sure I was ok and this whole thing helped mend the ties between us. We spent the night chatting about all the funny and stupid things Chris used to say and do. I guess that's the best way to remember someone. I'm still bothered by something though, during finals week, 2 weeks ago, Chris knew I was stressed and invited me to go riding with him to kind of relax and I never made time for him. He even called me last week to make sure I had gotten home safely and see how I was and you know what? I didn't want to talk on the phone so I cut him off with some total BS excuse...that was the last time I talked to him.
I don't expect anyone to say anything to make everything magically make sense or feel better. I just need to say what I need to say.
RIP #38

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