[QUOTE=imptastick;37303758]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.[/QUOTE]
How long ago was that? Have you tried to actively look for her?
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LIITavySfho[/media]
Still brings a manly tear to my eye.
[QUOTE=Scarabix;37304086]How long ago was that? Have you tried to actively look for her?[/QUOTE]
Around 4-5 years, I found her new Facebook account awhile ago but no activity sense may (the only activity at all) maybe one day she will get back on it should tell me when she accepts my friend request. I dont live in that town anymore, so even if she stuck around chances are I will not run into her IRL.
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I remember she would call and ask if I wanted to hang out, see a movie, go to the mall, etc. with a bunch of friends, then after my parents dropped me off say they all canceled so it was just us. I talked to my friends and they knew nothing about it. I knew she just wanted to spend more time with me, but that was okay because I loved spending time with her.
Best friend who was lost due to somebody hitting him in the back of the head with the pipe part of a scooter. He went into a coma, and the last thing I said to him was "fucking damnit dude, coulda done worse on the test."
I never had a goodbye.
[QUOTE=Laferio;37304223]Best friend who was lost due to somebody hitting him in the back of the head with the pipe part of a scooter. He went into a coma, and the last thing I said to him was "fucking damnit dude, coulda done worse on the test."
I never had a goodbye.[/QUOTE]
That's fucked up, how old was he when it happened?
I haven't had sad goodbyes. My grandparents are either too stubborn to die for years to come like my mother's dad or they died before I could meet them like both of my grandmothers. I haven't said goodbye to any of my sisters, even though four are still alive and I killed the [I]fourth[/I] one already while I was still unborn in my mother's womb by starving [B][U]and[/U][/B] strangling her to death with my umbilical cord. I've never had a pet, but my sister has. When he got more and more ailments like blindness and odd behavior as well as getting old for a dog, he had to be put down. I've never felt sad for him even though I liked the funny pet.
I've felt urgency, but there's not been a single proper goodbye for me to speak of so far. There's been close calls but somehow I've always avoided them. Maybe I'm lucky or building up bad karma to get something horrible like have all of my closest relatives and family go in a group homicide event or something.
Still, I can imagine the things posted in this thread and think they could've affected me just as they affected you. Hearts to y'all.
Coming home from school in 2003 to find out that my kitten, who had solid black fur and was the cutest fucker ever called Oscar, had lost his fight with Leukaemia. The last time I ever saw his cute little face was before I went to school that morning, with him standing, looking up at me with an expression that looked like "See you when you come back!", and me, loving my little pet, gave him what I never thought would be my last goodbye. I walked into my living room with my older sister when we got home, and my Dad told us what'd happened.
Now he was the cutest little bastard ever, he was adventurous, curious, and seriously loving. When I was sat on the sofa, he'd jump up and sit next to me if he saw me sitting there, and basically never left me alone (apart from on nights where he'd sleep on his little cat bed).
As you may have already guessed, I was absolutely heartbroken when I discovered that my best little buddy had died that day.
I sometimes think that maybe if I hadn't said goodbye to him that morning, he might've been alive when I got back from school, even though I know it's foolish to think that, I can't help but feel guilty about his death. I'm just happy to know I gave him the love he needed before he died.
He was the best little kitten I've ever had.
[QUOTE='[Green];37304949']I haven't had sad goodbyes. My grandparents are either too stubborn to die for years to come like my mother's dad or they died before I could meet them like both of my grandmothers. I haven't said goodbye to any of my sisters, even though four are still alive and I killed the [I]fourth[/I] one already while I was still unborn in my mother's womb by starving [B][U]and[/U][/B] strangling her to death with my umbilical cord. I've never had a pet, but my sister has. When he got more and more ailments like blindness and odd behavior as well as getting old for a dog, he had to be put down. I've never felt sad for him even though I liked the funny pet.
I've felt urgency, but there's not been a single proper goodbye for me to speak of so far. There's been close calls but somehow I've always avoided them. Maybe I'm lucky or building up bad karma to get something horrible like have all of my closest relatives and family go in a group homicide event or something.
Still, I can imagine the things posted in this thread and think they could've affected me just as they affected you. Hearts to y'all.[/QUOTE]
[URL="http://www.amazon.com/The-Stranger-Albert-Camus/dp/0679720200"]May I recommend this book?[/URL]
[QUOTE=l l;37304417]That's fucked up, how old was he when it happened?[/QUOTE]
13- he had his whole life ahead of him. basically some 21 year old dude on fucking steroids did it.
When one of my friends shot himself in the head about 6 months ago, I didn't see it happen, or find him, and by the time I found out he was non-responsive and in the hospital. He lived for a little over 24 hours before dieing, and no one has even the slightest idea why he would do that. He was happy almost all the time, living away from his mom(who's a total cunt). Seems like it just happened a couple weeks ago still. Never got to say goodbye.
Saying good bye to my tent buddies yesterday.
The worst thing is that I never got to say my final goodbye to my grandmother.
She died October 3rd 2003.
I never saw her burial as well, my cousin kept me in the car and chatted idlly to me about death etc. I miss her...
Today i kissed my ex goodbyes as she moves a few hunder kilometers away the day after tomorrow.
[editline]19th August 2012[/editline]
I've never experienced a friend or someone from the family die.
Saying goodbye to my father when I had to leave with my mom to go to my grandparents' house.
I didn't know that was the last time I would say goodbye to him.
When my grandma passed away. The week before she was making me pancakes then she was in the hospital.
That was a long time ago. I still miss her so much.
I lived with both of my mother's parents when I was younger, and frequently visited my father's father too (my father's mother had died when I was too young to know her). I got to know these three fantastic people so well, and I was so lucky to have such present and knowledgeable grandparents who would never tire of telling me stories, and playing games with me. But then, my grandmother got cancer, and the chemotherapy only seemed to wear her down further. Eventually the cancer came back and she died when I was visiting her with my mother one day after school. I don't remember what the last thing I said to her was, and I can barely remember her face or voice at all. But after that, we moved to another town, and my mother's father got an apartment. But every year he got a little bit more gaunt and his face got a little sadder. Eventually, he knew he would die soon, and one day he just gave up. I can't remember much I said to him either. I remember the rough feel of his hands, and his knowledge of the aircraft he worked on in WW2, but little else about him. And, a few years after that, my other grandfather passed away too. I remember the way his house looked, both inside and out, the smell of the rooms, and the little cracks in the green covering of the pool table he had in the back. But like the others, I don't remember much I said to him, rather I know the color of his voice, and the way he spoke, but nothing he actually said.
And at all three of these funerals I was a pallbearer, and at all three I did not cry, or feel the oppressive weight of death like everyone else did. I was thankful to be spared of the despair that hovered over the rest of my family, but I felt hollow too, like a part of me was missing. I thanked my grandparents, over their coffins and their gravestones, and prayed for them with what little of the rapidly eroding faith I had left at the time.
I can't remember my goodbyes to my grandparents. I can't remember any last words or scenes with them. I cry now. I feel despair, all the despair I was missing then, I have now. And at times it eats away at me, and it gets the better of me. But I know I can't let it pull me down into it's depths like it has my mother. Because I know that down in despair there is nothing and no one left in your life that can make you smile, and I cherish too much now to let that happen.
The moment when i found my cat in my aunt's room, Labored breathing, Staring at the wall alone on the floor. I picked him up and put him on the bed. I pet him a couple last times while telling him how good he had been, He stopped breathing, and i closed his eyes. And walked away. The only time something died in front of me.
I just broke up with my first girlfriend of six and a half months an hour ago. We're both starting our second year of college in two days, don't want emotions messing with studies. She's the greatest girl I've ever met.
Here comes another dog story.
I had a German Shepard, named Worthy, since I was six years old, the reason being my dad and his blindness. I was taught that guide dogs shouldn't be messed with, so I never really took her for walks and played catch with her all that much when we first got her.
As the years went on, I realized that when she was at home, she was just like any other dog. Running around, playing with the cat, playing catch and pulling me along on walks, all of that good stuff. She started coming to me right when she stepped through the front door, harness and all.
I remember one time we had gone to Home Depot and my dad went to go check out carpets with my mom, so I had to watch the dog. I took my dad's sunglasses and walked down the center hallway with the dog. It was pretty fun to have everyone step aside.
A few months ago, I came home from school one day to find her laying on the ground, not eating and drinking like she normally is doing when I walk in (my brother feeds her just before I get home).
My brother was freaking out because she had randomly started acting weird half-way through the day and wouldn't move or respond to any commands. He called our mom and said that he thought that we needed to bring her to the vet, so she called a neighbor to come get us. At that point my dad got home and we told him she was going to the vet, and he was all confused and didn't think anything was wrong. When our neighbor got there, I picked up my dog and put her in the van, and my dad decided he should go with my brother to the vet, so I had to stay home.
Anyways, I figured she was just feeling sick, so I didn't worry about it too much. My brother called around thirty minutes later with a really low voice, one that I've never heard. He said that our neighbor was on her way back to pick me up because I needed to be there. So, she showed up, and I went.
I got to the vet and my family was already in one of the side rooms with our dog. My mom apparently had left work because of what she was told. Evidently, our dog had a spot on her liver that's apparently common with German Shepards that may have been cancerous. It would've taken a very expensive test to find out, and if it was, she would have three months to live (in pain). The reason that she had no energy, however, wasn't the spot, it was because there was a tumor (I think) that had ruptured on her spleen. She had been internally bleeding for a good part of the day, meaning low blood pressure and no energy.
My brother and dad had already decided, before my mom or I had ever got there, to put her down. It was for the best, and I'm sure anyone else in our position would've done the same.
I kissed her on the snout and whispered goodbye, then went to go sit against the wall. Watching her body go limp after the injection was the most horrible feeling in the world. Afterwards, I took her choke chain off and put it on my wrist. I put it on in the morning every day and don't take it off until I go to bed.
We had her for almost eleven years, and I miss her every day.
I remember when I was a kid, about 5 or 6, and one day my parents brought home a dog, the dog was a German Shepherd, I remember me and him feeling a connection instantly, he was a big dog and looked ferocious but was a complete softy needless to say I grew up with him I always made the time to play with him but when I was 9 that I noticed that he seemed a bit weak I dismissed it as age but after a week I saw him even weaker we had him taken to a vet and he was diagnosed with something I don't exactly remember what it was but when I found out I burst into tears after that every single day I made sure to make him happy, I would always give him bones, extra food, constantly rubbed him, basically I did everything I could to ease his pain, for 3 months that was all I did, until one saturday morning I woke up and saw him sleeping I walked up to him and tried to wake him but he didn't wake up, I kept shaking him until eventually I just lay flat on the floor next to him crying, my best friend was gone and there was nothing I could do, I had my dad bury him in the back of our house (we had a pretty big house) and make him a sort of wooden grave marker.
As I was typing this tears were flowing down my cheeks. R.I.P Hocker.
Saying goodbye to me parents when I was moving away from Scotland to the US. Bloody hell...
[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.
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]
Get me Steven Spielberg on the line, this shit has to be a movie.
-snip- a bit insensitive
I have 2 to my parents on my deathbed (peanut allergy, doctor though I was gonna die) and my sisters Ex boyfriend, he came here from england and we became close I cried my eyes out when he left.
When I was six, I woke up one morning to hear from my mom that my dad had died the previous night. Being a kid, I couldn't fully comprehend the effect it would have on me.
And due to it being an accident, there were no goodbyes.
When I sold my logitech steering wheel :(
Me and my girlfriend broke up today, after 9 months. I've tried everything now, but she won't take me back. I've never been this destroyed on the inside before. :'(
When my brother left to go to georgia to train at fort benning.
Also, I know for a fact that saying goodbye to my 20 year old outdoor cat, Satan, will be very, very hard. He's slowly dying.
[QUOTE=EvacX;37315698]Me and my girlfriend broke up today, after 9 months. I've tried everything now, but she won't take me back. I've never been this destroyed on the inside before. :'([/QUOTE]
Have you tried a chloroform soaked rag and potato sack yet
Years and years ago I had a dog we believe got hit by a car or something but no one saw it.
So for about an hour I sat next to my dog who was having a hard time breathing slowly die in front of me. When he eventually died I gave him a kiss and wrapped him up in a blanket and buried him.
Also having to watch my grandma die from cancer all within a month. Went from making jokes about sex to sitting by her bed while she was too drugged to even open her eyes or talk. She would be my ass if I did something wrong but she was the best grandma in the world to me. I wanted to live with her for as long as I could it's to bad she died at the age of 56.
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