• Post your the saddest goodbyes
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[QUOTE=xplicitt;37358321]My saddest goodbye was with my girlfriend of a year and a half, and for the last 6 months of her life she had been going through emotional issues, from some still unknown source. so, she called me one day at about 3AM. she was crying, and said she was sorry, and said goodbye. then, i heard her rack the slide, and she shot herself. since then, i have been prescribed heavy anti-depressants and therapy for the state of depression i fell into after this. she was perfect, and i loved her. and my last goodbyes were me listening to her death and running 2 miles to her house to find her dad crying over her body, as paramedics popped the cart into the back of the ambulance, and drove away without sirens or lights.[/QUOTE] Dude, that must be fucking awful for you,I read that and shivers went down my spine. I dont even know words to describe how sorry I feel for you
Me and my girlfriend were riding around on a date in my dads car. Suddenly we came around the corner and there was a car stalled right in front of us. I didn't have time to swerve out of the way. We slid right into it, with her on the side heading towards it. I'll never forget the sounds, the tires, the glass, the scream. I got knocked out, and when I woke up there was something warm running down my head. I sat up and saw her laying down. There were people standing all around and it was raining. I walked over to her and she was barely conscious. I lifted her head and she looked at me, she said "hold me darling, for just a little while". She said "hold me darling, for just a little while", I kissed her, our last kiss. Then, she was gone, even though I held her tight. The lord took her away from me, shes gone to heaven, and I've got to be good so I can see her when I go too. I will feel like a dick if nobody understands this.
[QUOTE=absolalone111;37358816]Dude, that must be fucking awful for you,I read that and shivers went down my spine. I dont even know words to describe how sorry I feel for you[/QUOTE] yeah, life flipper.
[QUOTE=xplicitt;37361440]yeah, life flipper.[/QUOTE] I'm truly sorry for what you're going through :( Your story is incapacitating, I just froze at my desk while on a call with a customer. I wish you all the best in your healing and even though this might not be your thing, I'm sending a prayer your way.
[QUOTE=MTMod;37362102]I'm truly sorry for what you're going through :( Your story is incapacitating, I just froze at my desk while on a call with a customer. I wish you all the best in your healing and even though this might not be your thing, I'm sending a prayer your way.[/QUOTE] thanks. i get this alot.
I think the saddest part about any of my good byes... is the fact that I haven't had any of them. Never got a chance to tell my step grandpa good bye. Never had a chance to tell either of my dogs good bye (they both died when I was at school and my dad had them cremated before I ever got home). I never was able to tell me grandma good bye because she died states away and I was in New York so I wasn't even able to attend the funeral. Now, mother fucker, right before I'm able to go see my grandpa ONE LAST TIME, he died Sunday in St. Louis. My family's already cremated him. For fuck's sake, I just want to fucking have my good byes. My best friends always leave town without ever saying good bye to me. I feel useless sometimes. I never ever get closure.
Buying someone Mount & Blade and they end up leaving Steam 2 weeks later without playing the game with me. The person's brothers took control of the account and we kind of talk.
My dog just died, I never got to tell him goodbye. :(
My grandad and uncle died in the same year with about 4 weeks in between. That was this year.
[QUOTE=fletchdude;37361108]Me and my girlfriend were riding around on a date in my dads car. Suddenly we came around the corner and there was a car stalled right in front of us. I didn't have time to swerve out of the way. We slid right into it, with her on the side heading towards it. I'll never forget the sounds, the tires, the glass, the scream. I got knocked out, and when I woke up there was something warm running down my head. I sat up and saw her laying down. There were people standing all around and it was raining. I walked over to her and she was barely conscious. I lifted her head and she looked at me, she said "hold me darling, for just a little while". She said "hold me darling, for just a little while", I kissed her, our last kiss. Then, she was gone, even though I held her tight. The lord took her away from me, shes gone to heaven, and I've got to be good so I can see her when I go too. I will feel like a dick if nobody understands this.[/QUOTE] PearlJam song lyrics, right?
[QUOTE=aliendrone123;37362615]PearlJam song lyrics, right?[/QUOTE] Yay! you win.
My 12th grade english class, especially my teacher, right before graduation. Also leaving my hometown of 18 years to go to college.
Oh God, I just remembered this one. As most of you know, I'm a naturalized citizen of the United States. I spent four years in the military (two tours in Afghanistan), and I just remembered my saddest day in that backwater hellhole. We were on patrol, my squad and I, when we were ambushed. We started firing, but we realized we were outnumbered. As we started to make our retreat, one of my mates, a real good friend of mine, got shot down, I ran back to help him out as we continued to retreat. Once we made it to a safe zone, I laid him down to let a medic revive him, and the words he said just stung my heart like a fucking lightening bolt. There was nothing they could do, the bullets had gone to far into his body for them to remove, and he would bleed out before we could get him back to base camp. I just stared, wide mouthed, realizing that one of my best friends was about to die in front of me, sure, I had only met him the year before, but he was my best friend in the squad. It was worse, since he had a family at home, a wife, a daughter who would have to grow up without a father, in some country with people who will now hate her because of what he did for his country. It was like something out of a fucking movie. We all said our goodbyes, and began to make our way to camp, slow and solemn, as I carried his lifeless body over my shoulder. I was released from duty just a few months later, and when I finally got the money to make the trip, I went to pay my condolences to his family. Of all the things I experienced in that hell, that was the only thing that really affected me. It really makes us remember all that the men and women of this country and others are doing. Fighting and dying to try and bring freedom to the world, and there are so many people who hate us for it. Sometimes I remember the man, and the last time I ever got to see one of my best friends, and I shed a manly tear in remembrance.
This thread made me remember all the things I'm trying to forget. I remember how I broke up with my previous girlfriend a year or two ago. It was winter and it was snowing, but barely and there was about half a foot of snow on the ground. I was walking downtown from the library to a dim sum restaurant for lunch after picking up some books that I put on my backpack. I visited that restaurant regularly and had become good friends with the people who work there. I was dating this girl who was nice, smart, and generally perfect for me. At some point in my walk I spot my girlfriend walking with another guy. I didn't care because I assumed he was just a friend of hers. When she gets closer and stops talking to him she looks at me and gasps. With my thoughts only getting worse by the second, I get to speaking range and ask her what was wrong. Before she can say anything the gorilla of a guy steps in front of her and is all, "What the fuck is your problem? Stay away from my girl!" At this point my blood is boiling and cowering in fear at the same time because she's cheating, and this guy could kill me if he wanted to. He's huge, and I could barely keep up a fight with a leaf blowing in the wind. He's yelling at me, but I just stand still, trying not to get violent because of the previous reasons. When he pulls his elbow back I snap out of it and try to step back but slip on the snow, firmly planting me on my ass. He throws the punch and misses me by a few inches. She's screaming for him not to do anything, but he's not listening to her anymore, and I doubt he ever did. I'm running and eventually make it to the restaurant, but instead of going inside I go into the area behind it. I'm at a dead end, and he reaches me quickly. I am literally cornered and he throws too many punches to count which eventually knock me over. I've got one broken rib and one cracked rib now, and my face is bleeding like from a broken nose. I can't even raise a fist to this guy, so I grab a book out of my backpack and throw it at the back door. He kicks me one more time before my friend from the restaurant opens the door and throws something at him. I don't know what it was, but it sounded like something metal and it definitely hurt the guy. My friend and his sister drag me inside and give me some pain killers from the first aid kit on the wall. After the pain is a bit less, they drive me to the hospital where a doctor assesses the damage. I was mostly hating that guy, but looking back on it makes me feel bad. She was perfect, our relationship was great, but after that incident they both just disappeared. I'm not even mad at her, hell I'd get back together at any time as long as that guy was out of it.
My 2 best friends of fucking 6 years moved away recently. To put it in perspective, I'm 14. Goddamnit that was the saddest shit ever. There family is borderline abusive, and they spent every moment possible at our house. They slept over alot, came as soon as tbey finished with school and stayed LATE, and we had an amazing time. On the day of the move, they were supposed to have their adult sister gain custody of them, but their family left in a hurry. In that case, there were supposed to be police at the state line. ...a while ago we got a call from them saying they were in Arizona, with their shitty family, while their Sister can do almost nothing about it.
[QUOTE=aliendrone123;37362615]PearlJam song lyrics, right?[/QUOTE] DASSOKYOOT!!
[QUOTE=xplicitt;37358321]My saddest goodbye was with my girlfriend of a year and a half, and for the last 6 months of her life she had been going through emotional issues, from some still unknown source. so, she called me one day at about 3AM. she was crying, and said she was sorry, and said goodbye. then, i heard her rack the slide, and she shot herself. since then, i have been prescribed heavy anti-depressants and therapy for the state of depression i fell into after this. she was perfect, and i loved her. and my last goodbyes were me listening to her death and running 2 miles to her house to find her dad crying over her body, as paramedics popped the cart into the back of the ambulance, and drove away without sirens or lights.[/QUOTE] I honestly can't describe how sorry I am for you. My girlfriend is severely depressed (She's much better than she was a few months ago but I still worry for her) so I've had to talk her down from suicide a couple of times. I remember one time, she was called me crying and telling me how she just wanted to die and she couldn't take all the pressure of life. She hung up after we talked for an hour or two. I assumed that she had done it. I thought she had ended her own life. I cried for an hour straight. I don't know how to describe what it felt like. I know you know though. It's that empty feeling in the pit of your stomach like something is missing. Butterflies in the most sickening, horrific way. It turns out she went to shower and think things over. It's not a goodbye, but for a moment I felt the worse thing that has ever happened in my life. I can't imagine dealing what you deal with every day. Best of luck to you, dealing with what nobody should ever have to deal with. Back in February my best friend's girlfriend killed herself. I didn't know her too well but I know it seemed like she had the perfect relationship with my best friend. They never argued. They were so sweet to each other. She had just won an art competition too. Everything seemed so right between them. Then it happened. I've never seen my friend so upset. He didn't speak for at least a week. Everyone in my school decided to wear a white shirt in honor of the girl. 900 teenagers wore a white shirt that day. Every staff member wore a white shirt. I have never seen so much white in my entire life, to be honest. They ended up gathering everyone into the Gymnasium and taking a picture. The picture is in the lobby, in a frame. I can only hope it stays there for the rest of the school's existence.
I used to have a little parakeet who I got when I was probably around...oh, four or so. My grandparents were convinced he wouldn't live a week due to our cats, but not only did he live, he thrived. He was a grumpy little bird and we couldn't exactly let him perch anywhere but his cage, both because of the cats and because he had a beak like a can opener that he was not afraid to use on us. He'd always sing along with me when I played the piano. His favorite song was a Bach invention, he'd always be chirping and whistling along with it. Well, one morning I was running through my songs and he didn't sing along with me. I don't think we ever found out why he died, probably old age since he was pushing 13 at that point. I always think of him when I hear [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=omsIpJ9Fwas]Bach's Invention 8[/url] now. I remember playing Left4Dead with Pascall and Loco that evening, they really helped me a lot. This is kinda lame compared to a lot of the stories here.
[media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8KuFmGxMcZI[/media] Thread music.
the girl that got away, shy, nerdy, cute, quiet. I liked her, she seemed to like me but by the time anything really happened she was moving and moving school. At the time I didn't know I liked her so much and the goodbye was the same as every other goodbye, just a simple cya. 3 years later, the quiet, cute, nerdy, shy girl I was head over heels for has changed for the worse and become one of those stereotypical dumb slutty girls. She doesn't even wear her glasses anymore. No longer interested in an education.
[QUOTE=geoface;37368619]the girl that got away, shy, nerdy, cute, quiet. I liked her, she seemed to like me but by the time anything really happened she was moving and moving school. At the time I didn't know I liked her so much and the goodbye was the same as every other goodbye, just a simple cya. 3 years later, the quiet, cute, nerdy, shy girl I was head over heels for has changed for the worse and become one of those stereotypical dumb slutty girls. She doesn't even wear her glasses anymore. No longer interested in an education.[/QUOTE] Great White Unicorn, The one that got away.
When my chihuahu was put to sleep when I was 8. She was my favorite dog and was sad to see her go.
[QUOTE=Moustacheman;37365000]Oh God, I just remembered this one. As most of you know, I'm a naturalized citizen of the United States. I spent four years in the military (two tours in Afghanistan), and I just remembered my saddest day in that backwater hellhole. We were on patrol, my squad and I, when we were ambushed. We started firing, but we realized we were outnumbered. As we started to make our retreat, one of my mates, a real good friend of mine, got shot down, I ran back to help him out as we continued to retreat. Once we made it to a safe zone, I laid him down to let a medic revive him, and the words he said just stung my heart like a fucking lightening bolt. There was nothing they could do, the bullets had gone to far into his body for them to remove, and he would bleed out before we could get him back to base camp. I just stared, wide mouthed, realizing that one of my best friends was about to die in front of me, sure, I had only met him the year before, but he was my best friend in the squad. It was worse, since he had a family at home, a wife, a daughter who would have to grow up without a father, in some country with people who will now hate her because of what he did for his country. It was like something out of a fucking movie. We all said our goodbyes, and began to make our way to camp, slow and solemn, as I carried his lifeless body over my shoulder. I was released from duty just a few months later, and when I finally got the money to make the trip, I went to pay my condolences to his family. Of all the things I experienced in that hell, that was the only thing that really affected me. It really makes us remember all that the men and women of this country and others are doing. Fighting and dying to try and bring freedom to the world, and there are so many people who hate us for it. Sometimes I remember the man, and the last time I ever got to see one of my best friends, and I shed a manly tear in remembrance.[/QUOTE] This brought me to tears.
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In the Mortuary, everyone was crying, except me. It was my friends, they went to the beach with the other ten people that day. A big wave came and hit all of them, blew them into the sea. Three of them managed to swim back to the beach. Others didn't. When the firefighters finally managed to save as much students in the sea as they could, four of the students, including one of my friend, disappeared. They couldn't find anything, until night. They found a girl, a body. Not my friend, but she was just in the next class, her parents cried out loud, others kneeled on the beach, hoping their sons and daughters might come back safe. I joined the searching squad at night, trying to find them, but it was useless. There was only sound of crying and the waves in the night. The next day, the three other students were found, my friend was found. She had no heartbeat, looked terrible. They got her heart pumping again, but it was too late. She was sent to the hospital, the doctors tried everything they could. But she didn't make it. I didn't know if she made it when one of my friend messaged me with this sentence when I was in class: [B]" going to meet her for the last time.."[/B] When I ran to the hospital, a white blanket, on the body. Her parents asked me if I wanted to see her for the last time. I refused, I want her image to maintain in my heart. After that I went to see the other friend of mine that was lucky. It happened last month, after that, the news reports were retarded. They even got her name wrong. The school was even more retarded, they keep asking Psychological counselors to talk to me. Until one day, I got mad and made one of the Psychological counselors got scared.
A couple of years ago my boxer had to be put to sleep. I had her my entire life (She even saved my life once) and she had a very large tumor in her stomach that vet failed to notice and one day she was running around outside and just collapsed and couldn't move. We brought her inside and called the vet because she had to be put down. We had to wait until morning. All night she just laid there and wasn't able to move at all, but we stayed right by her side. Morning came and we had to get her to the vet. I bent down to say good bye and she miraculously raised her head just a little bit and licked my cheek. I miss that dog.
[QUOTE=stabbytheghost;37371178]A couple of years ago my boxer had to be put to sleep. I had her my entire life (She even saved my life once) and she had a very large tumor in her stomach that vet failed to notice and one day she was running around outside and just collapsed and couldn't move. We brought her inside and called the vet because she had to be put down. We had to wait until morning. All night she just laid there and wasn't able to move at all, but we stayed right by her side. Morning came and we had to get her to the vet. I bent down to say good bye and she miraculously raised her head just a little bit and licked my cheek. I miss that dog.[/QUOTE] A dying boxer is a sad thing to see. I remember my grandparent's boxer, doug. Well, doug was one of the strongest dogs I had ever seen in my life, and died to a bunch of toxic things he ate. It was a weird death. I was young so I don't really remember it.
I was talking to my dad on the phone, he was abroad, and I had to leave for class so I said ''Bye'' and left. One week later, I find out he passed away. He never got to say goodbye to me.
[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] What fucking piece of shit kicks out his daughter to live on the streets? God how much do I hate such ignorant and stupid people... btw, really sad story...
Well I have some big news, as I posted earlier a few months ago I found her facebook page and sent her a friend request, and today I get back to my dorm and see this... [IMG]http://i47.tinypic.com/2nkmbtx.png[/IMG] I have no idea what to say, I mean it has been years and now all of a sudden when I post on here she suddenly gets back online. I am going to message her and try to start talking again, but I dont know how long before she is on again I mean it had been months before today. [editline]24th August 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=aliensoldier;37375877]What fucking piece of shit kicks out his daughter to live on the streets? God how much do I hate such ignorant and stupid people... btw, really sad story...[/QUOTE] It pisses me off so much, I mean she was a great kid but they just were assholes.
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