My friend David was killed this weekend. He was walking home from a bar and someone hit him with a truck and kept right on going. He was only 21 years old, played drums in a band, and had JUST had his sleeve (tattoo that covers the arm) finished. I called him "Dimples," cause he had some great dimples, and he reluctantly allowed me to. He was a kid, cute and cocky and filled with the fire of life.
I write not looking for sympathy, but to remind us all how fragile and non-permanent human life is. The last time I saw him, he was licking beer up off the sidewalk in front of a club they had played in! LOL I had to tap him so he'd turn around to make sure it wasn't my husband performing this trick! (they both were wearing black leather jackets, so it was hard to tell.) When we left, I hugged him and we exchanged "I love yous." I always do that when I'm going home, or when a friend is. It is so important to let the people you care about know that you care, because none of us is guaranteed tomorrow.
I am so sorry! It is always so sad especially when it is someone so young who has so much to experience yet. I hope they find who hit him. Hugs to you on the loss of your friend!
I'm sorry about your friend, and you're right--life is fragile, and we should make the most of the time we have. I hope the guy who hit him is found. Please keep us updated.
Even though you said you don't want sympathy, you've got it. Know that if you need to talk, we're here for you.
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I'm so sorry Shiny! It is so hard to loose someone you care about. I agree life is too short. I try to live it as full as i can because tomorrow may never come.
You are so right. You just don't expect most of the lives that leave you to do that. I'm sorry to hear about your friend. Sounds like he will be living on in many hearts, he sounds like he had a really great personality. Looks are fleeting, but people with character live forever in the many people that knew them.
Absolutely unrelated to this, I heard tonight that one of the most colorful street people that cruise the sidewalk near my work, died yesterday. I had just seen him strutting about the other day. He died in one of my co-workers arms after an apparent heart attack [bummer to be my co-worker, that day]. He just tumbled from the wall that was his daily throne to yell at the world his various philosophies. Not a real important guy to most, I suppose, but we were rather used to his abrasive, watchful, crazy attitude and never interacted with him. We just watched his antics occasionally, and noticed he was there....now he is not there anymore. It is good to appreciate all that life contains. This place we inhabit so briefly is very precious, and amazing, and never to be seen again. Blessed be the lives we lead. Blessed be our fellow souls.
Thanks all. We went to the accident site last night and lit candles. His family was there, and friends. It was a touching sight to see.. It looked like we must be gathered there for a punk rock show-- maybe 60 people on the side of the road, spikes and leather and mohawks.. except that it was silent. There wasn't even any kind of speech or anything, we all just stood and hugged each other. I guess there wasn't anything to say that we all didn't already know. The very same people that filled a music venue last weekend singing and raising hell, but here we all were a week later mourning the loss of one of our own. Almost surreal.
After the funeral on Wednesday, there's going to be a party at his mom's house. We're going to try to dry it up and send him out the right way!