• Post your the saddest goodbyes
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I'm at the end of a three week camp and people are leaving the hotel right now. We're from all around the world and will be hard to meet up. I came here heartbroken and now I'm much better thanks to these guys. One of our guys had to leave because his grandma was terminal. He's came back for the last day. Share your goodbyes.
My grandfather on his deathbed.
Fuck, I meant to give both of you a heart, but instead I gave you a useful and a funny, damn this phone. My saddest goodbye would have to be when a really good friend of mine I had a big crush on(I like to think she had one on me but I'm not sure if she did.) moved away. When she told me she was going to Maine I was heart broken. On the last day she was at school before she left she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Later that night I cried, still not believing she was gone.
My saddest goodbye is when Eli died at the end of Ep2.
My friend on her deathbed, she was drowned and I couldn't recognize her face at all when I saw her.
I had an American Eskimo dog, named White Fang. He was adopted as a puppy about the same time I was born, so we both kind of grew up together, and we were best friends. We spent a lot of time playing together, until I got into kindergarten. At first I could finish my school work and go play with Fang, and have plenty of time to spend with him. But as I made friends in school, and the work got harder and projects became more and more I spent less time with him and eventually our friendship diminished to me just being there to give him food and water, but I didn't play with him anymore. He lived in the back yard, and everytime I'd come home and go to greet him he'd go crazy and run around the yard and bark before coming up to the backyard screen and placing his paw on it, waiting me to open the door and play with him. When middleschool came around I was becoming angry and desensitized to the world, not really giving a fuck about anything or anyone and just finishing my school work as fast as I could before I spent the rest of the day playing videogames, locked up in my room. Eventually the day came where he was walking with a limp, and acting really weak. My parents took him to the vet, and found out he had some sort of cancerous tumor and the bill to fix him up was ridiculous and the survival rate was small. When they told me, I didn't care. Since it was going to be his last month, my parents let Fang stay inside the house instead of being outside in the heat. When I'd come home from school or my friends, I could see Fang getting weaker and weaker, but I'd never really do more than feed him and pet him a little before locking myself in my room for the rest of the day. Eventually I came home, and he wasn't there. My parents had taken him to the vet to have him put down because he was in too much pain and couldn't move anymore. When they told me, it hurt, like being stabbed with a knife. I could've been there, to make his last few days so much happier and instead I left my best friend to die alone.
When my dog hid next to my house to die alone.
Do non personal moments count? If so, during the series finale of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
Two days ago my brother's friend, who was my friend by association, left for college. I realized I might not ever see him again. Chances are I probably will, but it's a weird thing to think about. How on any normal day, at any normal time, somebody you care about can just leave.
When I was forced to throw away my teddy bear which I had been keeping since I was a toddler.
when i said goodbye to my mum when i left England fucking sucks
I was dating this girl in 9th grade. We broke up on the last day of school, in the pouring rain. I pulled out a necklace I'd bought for her, placed in her hand, and started to walk to the bus, tears mixing with the rain. A call comes through on my cellphone. It's my best friend. "Dude, where the fuck are you? The bus driver just left. Run!" I hang up my phone and start to sprint. Once I take my first step, the climax of Great Gig in the Sky kicked in through my ipod. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVM7ZpQrCnQ[/media] 1:07. I'm fucking bawling. I'm sprinting through the rain after a bus, just got broken up with, as pink floyd fills my ears. This is the most cinematic moment of my life. The bus turns the corner, and stops. I board to a standing ovation. The bus driver looks at me and says "You're lucky you have so many friends on this bus." I walk to the back, getting pats on the back, people telling me how cool that was, etc. I sit in my seat and collapse into a crying mess. The bus falls dead. Not a fucking sound out of anyone. My best friend simply says "What, you never seen a guy cry before? mind your own fucking business." and everyone obeyed. The bus drove off, and I never saw her again.
I just imagined that in my head as a movie. It was amazing
when ryder [sp]turned out to be a busta[/sp]
When my grandfather was dying but he could barely speak. At the end he just got calm, and for 15 minutes his eyes were closed and he was breathing like you and I. And then it went quiet. The nurse placed his hand in my hand, and we just prayed. Shittiest. Moment. Of. My. Life.
Well there is this girl, FP. We've been talking to each other for like... 3 years on gaming forums. She's an adorable ginger. Two years younger than me. Lives in SF. Oh, and uh... I really mean it when I say adorable. Well, as it turns out, she was going to Paris with people in her class. So of course I had to go to Paris to meet her. 11th of april 2012. On her birthday. It was probably the best day of my life. There, I found out what truely loving someone is. She's just fantastic. We discussed sweet bro and hella jeff, went to arcades, ate ice creams in a rather sensual fashion, and traded pieces of art that I still cherish to this day. But of course we had to leave each other at some point. Going into the subway, we found our respective trains, had a few kind words to each other. We hugged. Her friend took a [URL="http://niggaupload.com/images/yvKc2.jpg"]single photo of us[/URL]. And then we left each other. "see you, scarabix". These words are still embedded within my eardrums. Nonchalantly I said, "cya, Fel." and just like that it was over. Now, this isn't sad, right? I mean so far it's been happy. Then, I get on my train, and start listening to this song as the gray, dull looking outskirts of paris pan through the train's window. [video=youtube;tL_TFXbSnLY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tL_TFXbSnLY[/video] and there, in the train... I forget her face. I shit you not facepunch. I forgot her face. I didn't have the picture on my phone at that time. The next day, in sport class, I miss her. I can't think of anything but her. I just run away from school, take a bus back home and go to bed, where I proceed to cry for the rest of the day, curled over a drawing she had made for me. I couldn't remember her face. I just kept crying there. And since that... I guess I've kind of accepted that it'd have to take some time for me to see her again.
I hate the camps. You spend 3 weeks with people, they becomes your close friend, some even clother then those back at home. I met my first and last, for now, girlfriend, there. It was the last day. I knew that it was over. The best thing that happened to my life at that moment. You see, we were from totally different places. I was so upset that I got a freaking fever, I was [i]literally[/i] sick. I was crying. She was crying. We shared our last, horrible, wet from tears kiss. She left before me, because they sent people home from my city after everybody else. I was depressed for the whole ride, and for a month after that. All my thought were circling around her. I don't feel so sad anymore, of course, and now it seems overly dramatical, but I still recall my feelings. First love is just too hard to forget.
When I walked downstairs one school morning last April and the dog I had for over 15 years was dead on the floor in a pool of her own blood, likely drowning in it from biting her tongue during the seizure. I was devastated for weeks. :(
[QUOTE=Rayboy1995;37281794]Fuck, I meant to give both of you a heart, but instead I gave you a useful and a funny, damn this phone. My saddest goodbye would have to be when a really good friend of mine I had a big crush on(I like to think she had one on me but I'm not sure if she did.) moved away. When she told me she was going to Maine I was heart broken. On the last day she was at school before she left she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Later that night I cried, still not believing she was gone.[/QUOTE] I live in Maine. That'd be odd if I knew her.
[QUOTE=Hoboiam;37282712]I was dating this girl in 9th grade. We broke up on the last day of school, in the pouring rain. I pulled out a necklace I'd bought for her, placed in her hand, and started to walk to the bus, tears mixing with the rain. A call comes through on my cellphone. It's my best friend. "Dude, where the fuck are you? The bus driver just left. Run!" I hang up my phone and start to sprint. Once I take my first step, the climax of Great Gig in the Sky kicked in through my ipod. [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GVM7ZpQrCnQ[/media] 1:07. I'm fucking bawling. I'm sprinting through the rain after a bus, just got broken up with, as pink floyd fills my ears. This is the most cinematic moment of my life. The bus turns the corner, and stops. I board to a standing ovation. The bus driver looks at me and says "You're lucky you have so many friends on this bus." I walk to the back, getting pats on the back, people telling me how cool that was, etc. I sit in my seat and collapse into a crying mess. The bus falls dead. Not a fucking sound out of anyone. My best friend simply says "What, you never seen a guy cry before? mind your own fucking business." and everyone obeyed. The bus drove off, and I never saw her again.[/QUOTE] The thing that struck me most about that story was how good of a friend that guy was. You probably know this already, but he's definitely a keeper. I'd say that leaving middle school was pretty sad. Mostly because I distinctly remember most of the grade having a group hug in the middle of the gym without telling me. I walked by the gym doors on my way back to my car, saw it through an open door, and just kinda stopped for a couple seconds. I saw a bunch of my friends who hadn't bothered to find me and it sank in how separated from them I was. After that, I just walked to my car and was silent for most of the drive home. I wasn't surprised when they didn't invite me to any of the reunions.
my best friend "Im removing you from my life, Im sorry. Shit happens, Deal with it"
Watching my mom slowly deteriorate from breast cancer and then passing away.
I watched [url="http://i838.photobucket.com/albums/zz301/GastricTank/roopert.png"]my 7 year old cat[/url] die in my arms a couple of months ago. She was always a sickly cat, so it wasn't a surprise when she came down with something lethal, devastating nonetheless. The hour before she died, she lost all ability to stand, then her eyesight went away, then her breath became labored, and eventually stopped. I was bawling for the first time in forever; a happy-go-lucky attitude can only go so far. My brother walked up to me, looked at the cat, said "Meh", shrugged his shoulders, and continued watching TV. I screamed at him and socked him in the shoulder for being a heartless asshole. My sister and I buried her in the backyard.
My grandfather was sick in the hospital, nothing too bad, but it required hospitalization due to the fact he dehydrated himself with vomiting. I got sick as well, and was unable to go see him at all, on the last day of him being in the hospital, he was taking a nap on the bed, waiting to be discharged..and he was gone due to a blood clot in his leg going to his heart, killing him. I had my goodbyes at his funeral, I nearly picked that man up out of the coffin and hugged him, the man who was as close as a father to me, more-so than the shithead that is my real father, and he was just...gone, I never got to see him alive one last time. I still cry about him sometimes, they upped my anti-depressants to the highest they have ever been, and I still feel this soul crushing sadness when I think about him.
I went to a program called Boys State during June and basically, I got put in a group with 47 other guys. We were all really shy at first but by our last day none of us wanted to leave. We all cried which was pretty surprising. Thankfully, we all live in the same state so it's a lot easier for us all to meet up. But that was deferentially my saddest goodbye so far.
Just about a month ago I had to say goodbye to a group of friends that I have had since elementary school. We were always really close as a group, and my former girlfriend was one of them. We would often come together just to hang out and talk, and we ended up all getting to know eachother really well. It was a phenomenal for support when any of us needed it, and we always were there for each other. We held together through break ups and typical strife and things were idyllic for the longest time. But sophomore year of high school I switched schools to a prep school from the public school that we all went to together. I did my absolute best to keep up with the goings on of their lives, and for about a year and a half that worked out alright. But one of the last times I came back to hang out with them I noticed that I wasn't as enthused or interested in the things we all used to do together. Seemingly, I had changed where they had not. I felt distant and isolated, because for so long these people had been my closest friends, even though now I was at a new school. I treasured and trusted them more than my new friends at the prep school, but seeing them now made me realize how much things had changed without me realizing. A little ways past that, I saw my girlfriend again, and the same sort of feelings arose within me. I asked her about it, and she said that she had felt me drifting away and we came to the decision that it was time for us to end our relationship. I felt lost after that. And just a few weeks ago I decided that I couldn't lie to my friends and pretend that I was still the same person who left them freshmen year, so I decided to leave the group I was rapidly growing away from. I spent a few hours typing out my reasoning, and sent it to all of them. About everything I had been feeling and the changes that I noticed within myself. How I wanted them to be happy and that I couldn't deceive them. And painfully how I wouldn't be able to come to any more parties or hang out anymore, because I just didn't feel a part of things anymore. About how I had pretended that Deerfield would always be less important than they were, and how that too was no longer true. About how I had friends there now, that I could connect with the way I used to connect with all of them. I ended the message with a simple goodbye and left it at that. I love all of these people dearly, but I cannot be near them any longer. For their sake and for mine.
When I went to visit my grandmother and uncle in Houston I haven't seen them in over 3 years we had a great time then we said goodbye not knowing what was to come. About three weeks later I get a call from my grandmother saying they found my uncle laying on the floor dead in the morning still don't know what caused it I miss that guy so damn much.
My saddest goodbye was having to say farewell to all my childhood friends first time I moved. I grew up with these people, knew them like the back of my hand. Saying goodbye to them was just depressing, as was saying goodbye to my wonderful house and dog to go live in some shitty apartment in a shitty city full of assholes. Thankfully I have another dog, live in a not shitty city and have a nice house again. Never did see my old friends again, though.
There was this girl I started to hang out with freshman year of highschool. Eventually it got to the point where we talked all the time, hell she called me almost if not everyday to talk for hours about nothing. I started riding the bus with her to the mall and we would hang out for a few hours before her mom got off work. I would say I was closer to her than to any other girl I have ever met including ones I have dated (I even loaned her the cash to buy her first sex toy). It was obvious that we both really like each other but I was a fucking retard and never asked her out because she had dated a good friend in the past. Anyway apparently things were getting pretty bad at her house, she got kicked out a lot normally for a few hours. One day she called me in tears and asked me if I could pick her up but my parents were not home and I was too young to drive. That was the last time I really talked to her, saw her a few days later at school for a few minutes before class; she dropped out a few days later. All her phone numbers are disconnected, her parents kicked her out. For awhile the rumor was she was living with her brother out of state, but a few friends of mine saw her downtown, apparently she is living in the streets now. I have tried to find her but all her old accounts are untouched or deleted. I never told her I loved her, our last goodbye was me saying I could not come to help her.
My mum on her deathbed when I was 13.
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