ghostrunner wrote:I've often thought about if somebody on here died. It's possible none of us would find out. My wife might post here if something happened to me - she knows I'm on here a lot, but I don't even know that she knows the name of the site. I'd feel weird telling her to do that ahead of time (as opposed to...?), and then it seems presumptuous that any of you would want to know. But at the same time, I'd hope any of you would do that.
I would want to know. I have gotten to view many of you on here as good friends.
I don't want to sound morbid, but has anyone heard from Laz lately?
Thanks for sharing, ThatGuy. Those are both tough situations, and sad ones. In both cases, I think the only thing anyone can do is be there for eachother. Call your family members or the parents of the guy who may be gone and tell them that you're thinking of them. They'll appreciate knowing that you're there for them.
After all, isn't that what life's about - being there for each other as we go through it?
I believe someone is Laz's designated news relay person; if something does happen to him, I believe/hope we'll know. But I worry too. I don't want anyone to just quietly slip away.
I think of Laz often too. And thanks for sharing your stories, everyone.
My best friend died from non-hodgkins lymphoma almost 10 years ago. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him. I had heard stories of how people with terminal illnesses cope, but this was my first time witnessing it first hand. I believe there's some sort of inner strength that takes over that you can't fathom until you are in that situation. At least that's what I saw.
This thread is timely. My sister called yesterday to tell me my dad's in the hospital. He's old (84) and has been in deteriorating health for some time now. His legs are giving out on him and he keeps losing weight. So he's at JB Hospital for tests, observation and hopefully some PT to strengthen his legs. I got the call in the middle of a business trip and an incredibly hectic work week, and I just was overwhelmed with emotion as the reality that he won't be around much longer sunk in. Even though I'm at a point in time in my life where many people have lost one or both of their parents, it's hard for me to wrap my head around it. I can't even imagine dealing with the loss of a spouse or child.
It made me realize just how unimportant all this work crap I'm stressing over really is.
Losing a child is just so incomprehensible to me. My best friend from college had a son who killed himself at age 11. I just don't think I could have handled it as well as she has. It was the saddest funeral I have ever been to. They donated his organs to various people and she became an advocate for organ donation and travelled around the country speaking on the subject and they met with many of the people who had received her son's organs. I guess that gave her life purpose. I think it has to be hard enough to lose a child, but even more so when they kill themselves. I have a son who is 12 now and I am extra vigilant when he seems down about something to really get him to talk about it.
CT Defector wrote:Losing a child is just so incomprehensible to me. My best friend from college had a son who killed himself at age 11.
When you have a child, the worry just doesn't stop, it changes with their stages. First, SIDS, then Kidnapping, then this - suicide at 11. Poor kid, what he most have been going through inside, and those parents I can't even begin to imagine their pain.
CT Defector wrote:Losing a child is just so incomprehensible to me. My best friend from college had a son who killed himself at age 11.
That punches me in the gut. 11? You're just getting over toys at that age.
I'll never forget that phone call, my mom called to tell me and she could hardly get it out. I was just in shock, he was such a great kid, you just can't imagine that at 11 something could upset them that much. It was something so stupid, too. Something like he didn't want to go to middle school, it was the first day of school and his brother found him.
I had an uncle that also committed suicide, but he was in his 70's and had just lost his wife and found out he had terminal cancer. He just didn't want to suffer any more.
I grew up in a small town. No one really had very much money, but one family was really, really poor. Their main source of income was selling worms for fishing. They had a slew of kids and one was "special". Nothing major, just a little slow. Looking back, I can remember how horribly mean kids were to her. They said mean things, and did mean things. I don't ever remember her reacting, she just took it all. Then in the last week of school one year, she didn't come to school. At lunch we all noticed these helicopters were everywhere. Ends up, a guy from our school saw her down by the river and hit her in the head with a tree branch, killing her. I don't know what ever happened to the guy, but her family never recovered, and how could they. The kids in our school, all of us, learned alot from looking back at her life. I know I will never forget her.
