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Originally posted by 4leafclover:
Reason,
I can relate to how lost and confused you feel about the loss of such a close friend. I lost my very best friend last year, October 29th, at the age of 34. he had been sick most of the year, but what actually killed him had nothing to do with the sickness. He developed a blood clot that apparently passed to his lungs, killing him at his parent's home that Saturday morning.
For the weeks and even months after his death, I could not speak or hear his name without breaking into tears. Finally, almost 9 months later, although I still think about him nearly every day, I can at least talk about him with out losing my bearing. Every one told me then...time will help heal. I did not want to hear it, nor did I believe them. However, as usual, they were correct.
I hope that you too will find that time does heal. It's just getting through it that sucks.
<font size="2" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">I know exactly how you feel Katie. It was that way when I lost my mom and more recently when I lost Roc on 11/10. For weeks I just wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere. I could not talk about him or look at his photo without losing it. I can look at his photo album now and pretty much retain my composure. But if I pull the locks of hair out of the envelope I saved from him, I bawl like a baby. Some songs or random memories will sometimes hit me out of the blue too. Death sucks, at least for those left behind. One can only hope it's a great thing when it happens (as in going on to a better place or other dimension etc...)