a sad day.

my friend died.

his name was Dionate. and today was his funeral.

we grew up together.

he was my next-door neighbor.

he was only 23.

and someone stabbed him to death last week.

today was his funeral.

a funeral for a 23-year-old.


and he wasn’t in a gang. or on drugs. or shooting people.

he wasn’t anything bad.

he was my friend.

and last weekend he was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

he was at a party.

and now he dead.


the funeral was very sad.

and everyone from my childhood was there.

and they were all crying.

a lot.

and so was I.

i hugged his brothers.

and walked up to the casket.

i said good bye.

and cried.

a man sang amazing grace.

and Dionate’s girlfriend read a letter to him.

she cried the most.

and then they closed the casket.

why did this happen?

why did my friend die?

he was only 23.


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  1. there is really nothing to say to make the pain go away. i do not know you, but if i did, i would give you a big giant hug, one where you would know you are loved. i hope he had those types of hugs. the big wonderful ones you wish wouldn’t ever end.

  2. Though I didn’t know your friend, he was obviously someone worthy of knowing if he had you as a friend. I am sorry I didn’t get a chance to know him and sorry for your loss.

  3. I do not know why some people are bad, nor why those bad people do bad things. I’m glad the person was caught, but it hardly makes anyone feel better.

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