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#death of a friend
ludojudoposts · 4 months
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RIP David Leland - 20th April 1941 ~ 24th December 2023 🖤
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problematic-poetess · 8 months
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You were my person.
You are my person.
You’ll always be my person.
The person i could say anything and everything to.
You were unparalleled.
You were amazing to me in every way.
you were my best-friend.
You are my best-friend.
I’ll never stop imagining what life would be like if you were here.
I’ll never stop wishing you were here.
I’ll never stop remembering every second we spent together.
I’ll never stop loving you.
I’ll never stop missing you.
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thelonelyrainbowguy · 4 months
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Just found out that one of my favorite people from a Discord server I moderate passed away. I have no further detail. I was just thinking about them the other day and wanted to check up on them, and forgot like I always do. I didn't know them in person but they were so kind, understanding, helpful, and caring. I wish I'd known them better and I wish I'd said something when I thought of it, just to brighten one of their last days a little, whether their death was sudden or expected (like I said, no further detail).
Their screen name was LilWanderingPoptart but everyone just called them Poptart. They were multiply disabled and severely chronically ill. They liked to draw and play Minecraft and chat on the server. They were so nonjudgmental and always wanted to help wherever they could.
Rest in peace, Poptart. You're already missed.
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The sacred sign. signing off
Wednesday. 11/9/2005. 11:12am Southern,California
Moving session at the kitchen bar  in John and Ruth’s house in preparation for Ruth’s funeral tomorrow. ….
Cory read his eulogy for Ruth Ann.
Jeff played his songs including “The Way We Were”
Peg showed her family pictures.
Lisa showed me the computer (you tube)
Johnny showed us where Ruth’s hospital bed had been.
Odd, being here, ready to sleep on Ruth’s red fold out couch, and,
no Ruth.
Lisa told Peg “take it slow this am. Ease into it (the 11am service for Ruth Ann)
3:38pm
Well, home (Ruth and John’s home)
The “Funeral went great”
11/11/2005. 7:09am
 The gang rolled in (to John and Ruth’s house) with 10 or so floral arrangements from Ruth’s funeral and chatter and kids last night. John had hoped for a quiet evening. 
Regarding the funeral, Tim said he wanted to rush from the funeral and put on his shorts. Jeff and Lisa arrived late to the funeral after a morning power failure. He felt like his suit was suffocating him.
Jim said it was the best service he’d ever been to.
I think that Ruth Ann was there with us laughing and crying through the whole thing!
Seeing her sons, last night, at John’s signing the guest book. The sacred sign: signing off.
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4/24/2024
Ruth Ann was my partner Jim’s cousin. She and her husband John were very close to Jim. I met them in 1997 shortly after Jim and I got together. Ruth and John’s adult daughter had been killed by a drunk driver in 1982. Ruth had gotten involved with Mothers against Drunk Drivers after that and as a result, did not think very highly of public defenders who represented drunk drivers. So when she found out that Jim and fallen involve with me, a public defender, she and John had to drive up to Modesto from their home in Southern California to check me out. And, when they did, we almost instantly became great friends.
Ruth had been diagnosed with vaginal cancer in 1994. She died from it on 11/2/2005 in her Southern California home..
Jeff was her son. Lisa was his wife. Peggy was her cousin from Indiana.
When Lisa showed me you tube in the above entry, it was the first time I’d ever seen it or heard of it!   
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goatsmell · 1 year
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Toenails and All
Since you’ve died Our friendship is redefined
Now I’m exploring The coastline of a strange And familiar world
Hoping to find A little bit of peace
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inkylizard · 1 year
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Ghost stories. cw: death of a friend My partner runs a Blades in the Dark game in a homebrew setting, which shares with the core setting the storytelling element of ghosts. They’re  prominent in our campaign specifically; our gang sells drugs to ghosts, and as such we have a number of ghost friends and associates  They hang out in our base and show up to our parties. The campaign has had sporadic play, whenever we can manage to get a group together. We’ve been running for about two years and have had a mostly consistent group. We’ve discussed bringing in a few more people off and on since the beginning, partly so we might be able to get a quorum and play more often. One time our friend Sam joined us for a session. Sam has struggled with his mental health, going through periods of stability punctuated with delusional episodes; this night he was on new medication, and he was drinking. He got confrontational and disruptive and we ended the session early. The next day he was so apologetic, and we understood, and said we’d all been there. I certainly have. We debated about whether or not to give him another try. Some of us said we’d be less likely to show up if we invited Sam again, and we decided in favor of keeping the original group. It was an honest decision. it wasn’t the kindest. We play on Discord and Roll20, because we started during the late stages of quarantine, and kept the format.
And Sam just... never logged out of the Roll20 game. It would have felt like adding insult to injury to ask him to exit out. His icon has been there every session, ever since.
On the 23rd of December, Sam died. A digital and uncomfortably real ghost in the Street Spectres’ home base. I imagine he’ll remain logged in indefinitely. I hope so. I don’t want him to leave.
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Examining the decision to have Tim be a pallbearer instead of Dick under a microscope
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And I pray to some god, some entity, some concept of hope that I can bring her back, that maybe I could take her place or simply be there with her but for a moment. I pray that maybe she would have loved me the way that I loved her, and I pray that she would not have hurt me the way that she did. I pray and pray and pray, but there is no answer. This is the way that things must be, and so I say goodbye and watch her float away to memory.
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mixedbag-o-beans · 1 year
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Long Live hurts in such a specific way after a friend dies
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popcornoncemore · 1 year
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I am coming to terms with the fact that I'm going to her funeral. I'm going to see her family and our friends and everyone who has ever loved her and we will take time to remember her. This is good, this is healthy, this is devastating.
I feel a jolting sense of awareness that this is unfamiliar to us. At fifteen and sixteen, we should be spending Saturday hanging out, studying, taking a break. We should be talking about what to wear to a dance, but instead we are having discussions about what is appropriate funeral attire. We should be celebrating our friend's birthday today, but we're putting it off to celebrate another friend's life.
It is strange, it is uncomfortable. But we need to do this, it is important. She was one of us and we will be there to show her family that we care. I am heartbroken, I feel lost. But I will go to her funeral today.
I can't believe this is happening, but it is. And I'm just thankful that we are together right now, that I'm not left to battle grief on my own. This is our family, she is our family.
It is with a mix of horror, disbelief, resolve, love, and hope that I am approaching this. I am going to the funeral.
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patrick47 · 1 year
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Dear Greg
[Greg (R) and myself on some forgotten peak in the Keene Valley Region of the Adirondacks. NY. Date: 1970’s. Photo is mine.] It’s coming up on a year now since you left me on the trail. You needed to climb one more mountain…at the time, I didn’t want another summit, but you had other thoughts. “One more,” you said. “Okay, but I need a rest. I like this little spot. There’s a brook over there…
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hadescavedish · 2 years
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that acting is definitely a choice bc im reading the camera scripts right now
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I just got on my xbox to check my messages...because theres a notification and I saw my friends gamertag...He died semi recently...and I just feel so guilty....I told him day after day I would get back on xbox soon....but between my depression, kids and husband i just...never made the time....he practically begged....I think its because he knew he was dying...but never told me...he died after 3 weeks of saying nothing to me...It doesnt bother me most days...but today it makes my chest hurt...
I was a bad friend...and nothing I do can fix it...
I cant believe people have the audacity to say online friends arent real friends...some of the best friends I've ever had, I've never met.
~R.I.P Craig.~
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remembertheplunge · 6 months
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Michael D Burn: July 1, 1955-January 2, 2002
January 7, 2002. Monday. Cool. Grey protective fog
Michael D Burn
July 1, 1955-January 2, 2002
From his obituary;
"Michael D Burn of Modesto died Wednesday at his home
He was a cytotechnologist for 12 years at Dynacare-Skagit labs in Mount Vernon Washington. He received a bachelor of science , summa cum laude , from the University of California at Davis and was an alumnus of Loma Linda University, with a certification from the Board of Registry and American Society of Clinical Pathologists. 
 No (funeral) services." 
Mike was a good friend of mine. He died in his parent's home.
I was in a Jury trial at the time that I learned of his death.
I wrote the following about the impact of his death on my life in my 1/7/2001 journal entry:
“In his honor, I took the day off from trial 1/7/2002. Judge Johnson asked “for the funeral?” I said “no”. I just learned of his death this morning. I’m upset.”
It’s wonderful to get to take a moment to mourn.
Sometimes life must stop in the steps of death.
We are in an era of no tomb stones and of no funerals.
Make a simple place in your garden to mourn.
Keep a secret space in your garden,
In your books, for when death knocks
To chat.
July 1,1955---January 2, 2002
Our life is represented in the dash between the date of birth and the date of death.
Our age is almost like a numerical AKA (Also known as)
Michael David Burn     46.
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cahootings · 5 months
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I redownload this app for one day once every maybe two months and unfortunately I’m rewarded every time
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disconnected-dragon · 8 months
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“Could L have stopped Walter White”
“Could Benoit Blanc have stopped Kira”
Blah blah blah ENOUGH. We have to ask the real questions—
Could Saul Goodman get Light off? And barring that how much would Light’s sentence be reduced?
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