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.
23.
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.
forever.
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.
23.
How very sad!
I am so sorry for the loss of your friend.
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.
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.
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.
Holy crap. My thoughts are with you, hun. You’re a faithful person, you’ll get through this.