One of my own is gone · 1:23am Mar 14th, 2021
One of my former work buddies died last night. I wish I could say it was the first. He was a good guy, laughed and joked a lot. I should have loosened up and enjoyed his company. He was liked by a lot of people. Now his fiancé will never call him her husband.
There's a lot of hopelessness out there, isn't there? Just that unrelenting pressure that comes from despair, and all you do is think nothing can ever possibly get better; that there really is no way out but one. Just a serpent that gets you in its coils and crushes the very life out of you until all that is left is grief over a life that already feels like it has ended.
I know it. That black hole is hard to walk away from. But you can still live. It may hurt worse than death, but you can walk away from the abyss- again and again until it becomes habit, even when you just don't want to. I wish I could get that through to people, but I can't. I'm small and insignificant and little more than a half-memory who can't save anyone. So please, save yourself.
His name was Jesus Moreno. He should be here, surrounded by loved ones and friends.
But he's not.
Sorry for your loss.
Sorry for the loss.
Sorry for your loss
May he Rest In Peace
Shit, sorry to hear that. Loosing a friend like that always hurts the most. Stay safe out there
Sorry for your loss...