In Memory · 5:48am Jan 12th, 2016
Today wasn't a good day.
You'll have to forgive me for a moment to open my heart up. There's a certain sense of sadness that comes from a celebrity dying. It's tragic. Especially in the case of Bowie, where it seemingly comes out of nowhere.
However, I found out an old friend of mine died today, and I'm not sure I can properly express how much it wounded me.
This friend was one of the original helpers of Office Love when it was a CYOA. This was one of the first people who read my work and really encouraged me to write back in 2013. We were friends. Maybe not -best- friends. But we played games. Had fun skype calls. And genuinely enjoyed each other's company.
And then, a member of one of our skype groups informed me that he was gone. Passed in his sleep from alcohol poisoning. I was in tears.
I had a nagging feeling, so I searched my entire computer for his name. Wondering if I ever wrote down something special for him. I did. I promised to write a Fluttershy story for his birthday. Two years ago. And I never did.
I felt like a terrible friend. A horrible friend. So, I decided I would write something special. Just for him. A really happy, comfy, Fluttershy story.
That didn't happen either.
Instead I wrote 'Good Morning' for him. I suppose in some ways it helped me with my grief. It was a way to vent all of my sadness and hope for him into a productive way that... if he were here, might make him happy.
I hope he's in a better place.
Rest in Peace, my friend.
My condolences on the loss of your friend.
*hugs*
Losing someone really fucking sucks. And I'm sorry you have to go through that. Just don't beat yourself up, and know that I'm sue he would have loved the story.
A lot of horrible things happened today. . . Just two hours ago, my gods left me. . .
Death is always hard, and it will never be easy to accept. I'm sorry for your loss brother, but we are here to support you all the way. Good luck and be safe.
I'm sorry for your loss but I bet he forgives you and is happy that you finally wrote a fluttershy story and I bet you that he was there with you as you where writing the story and may god watch over you friend.
Sorry to hear flutterpriest. The cycle of life is a painful one.
I just want to say you did an amazing thing today, man.
I know he's happy for you and that he's thankful you did this for him.
As a reader of several of your stories, I thank you for your outstanding content as well.
Stay strong.
Yeah, that sucks. I saw that Bowie had passed and felt horrible. I have no idea how it feels to lose a friend. I know many of us would be glad to help you through it if you need to talk or anything like that.
My sincerest condolences, I can't even imagine what it must feel like.
But if there is a afterlife, I'm certain the friendship and your good memories between you will trancend life and death.
He will remember and he will most certainly forgive, because that's what good friends do.
Ps. Thanks for sharing that beautiful song at the end of your story Good Morning, it certainly fits mood.
Maybe it sounds a little insensitive (which I am not), but I think it's good that he passed in his sleep. So often, death is painful and terrifying, but he didn't have to experience it. I hope your friend knew Jesus. (Yup, Christian nut here.)
I personally believe that there is a sort of Limbo, an in-between world, and that it's not spiritual at all. Your brain doesn't die all at once, not always. There can be sparks left even when they're 'dead'. I believe that during that time, there's a possibility that you can experience 'Limbo' - a short, fading world where you can come to terms with your death, live out a wish, let go of regrets, and it's all in your mind.
I don't doubt that your friend lived out Good Morning.
~SoDF
I'm so sorry about your loss :C May he rest in peace <3
Damn dude sorry for your loss. May he rest in peace.
Tragic. Alas, life is filled with meetings and partings. We can only enjoy the time we have with people we meet until they part; and than we look fondly upon them all moments after they parted. Not hindered by their memory, nor ever letting it go.