I’m currently working on possibly moving my blog to a new domain since my stalker has created fake accounts on this one to get notifications of when I post. It’s ridiculous I have to do that, but such is life. In the meantime, I’m still going to post here, because frankly, this is my blog, and I’m not bowing down to ridiculousness. I’m even questioning moving it, because I simply shouldn’t have to. All of that being said, I began this blog to be an outlet for me, to express my thoughts. Yesterday’s event warranted this post, so I’m posting it.
Yesterday was a tough day, for reasons I was not expecting. I found out an old friend of mine passed away. She was only 49. When you become an adult and your parents and friends start dying, it’s a surreal feeling. Everyone still feels way too young to die, and honestly, 49 is.
She was one of my close friends for a while. She could make me laugh until I rolled around on the floor. We shared a similar, dark, savage humor, and could find the laughter in just about any situation. She was my friend during some hard times, and she certainly helped get me through it. I also got her through some devastating times.
After a while, she met a new guy, while still married to the old one, and the new guy came with baggage. Lots and lots of it, actually. He was bad news from everything I could see, and I did my best to warn her. I warned her, I begged her, to stay away from him and all the bad he was bringing along. You know how it goes though, some girls love those bad boys and their big promises. Before I knew it, her behavior became erratic. She became paranoid, angry, and was acting like a totally different person. I knew she was on drugs, and it was doing some major damage to who she was. The last “conversation” I had with her was filled with paranoia and anger. None of it made any sense.
The fact is, I have kids, and I just can’t have that sort of stuff around them. I’m also grown, busy, and tired and I can’t have it around me either. These were hardcore drugs. I also saw her doing some other things that seemed questionable. I had to bail.
I’ve felt badly over the years that I bailed. The fact is though, when someone is on heavy drugs, they just aren’t the same person. No matter what I did, I never would have been able to rescue her. It had to be her that made her choices to get better. Nevertheless, I felt sad. I missed our friendship. I missed the laughter, her good heart, and I wondered why it all ended he way it did.
She ended up running away with the bad boy, I think they may have even gotten married. Last I heard, he had terminal cancer. I have no idea if he is even still alive, to be honest. It all just seemed so sad. Yesterday, I saw she had passed away. The blurb is short, she was born here on this date, she died in her residence on this date. That made me even sadder. It seemed there was nobody to properly eulogize her life. She had been reduced to a blurb. I sat at my computer and cried. Here was a larger than life soul and all that was there was a 2 or 3 sentence blurb about her birth and death, but the middle, where all the important stuff really was, was missing. I tried to find a proper obituary, but found nothing.
Everyone deserves a written send off.
I am sad for the end of her life. I am sad for the end of our friendship. I know I had to end the friendship, but it doesn’t always make it easier to know she’ll never have a chance to get back to the her that she once was. It feels like the death of a chance. I hope she found happiness with her bad boy, even if it came with a lot of baggage, chaos, illness and sadness.
I can surmise how she died, likely one of two ways. I’ll likely never know for sure, but it doesn’t really matter. It is what it is, and it’s sad. I’m sad. The past two weeks have been a test of all my emotions, and this one brought the sadness.