Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind
9/11 just became more tragic for my family as we lost a friend yesterday morning in a motorcycle accident. His name was John. He was one of my brother’s best friends. He was a teacher who just started a new job and was running late.
I have known him as long as I can remember and we were roommates during a pivotal time in my life. He had an 8 year old son named Seamus. John had lost his own mother when he was just a kid in an unbelievably terrible way and it fucked him up for years. Now John’s own son has to endure such a monumental loss. How do you tell an 8 year old that your dad is gone?
Today it feels like the world is ending and God is taking us one at a time.
I could not sleep. It just does not seem right.
Although I had not talked with him in so long, I loved him. He was family.
John, I am so sorry that you are gone. I know you will still be here in some way as a guiding, loving force for your son.
September 12, 2009 at 5:08 pm
Oh no…this is so truly sad. I don’t know how I’d tell my son his Dad was gone from this earth. My the heavens grant them all strength.
September 12, 2009 at 11:00 pm
horrible, horrible.
September 13, 2009 at 12:11 am
Oh, that’s really really shit.
I’m sorry
September 13, 2009 at 3:40 am
I am so sorry. My heart breaks for that poor boy.
September 13, 2009 at 5:31 pm
Oh, god. My soul just aches.
September 14, 2009 at 4:02 pm
What a sad thing to happen, that just breaks my heart. I’m sorry Cloudy.
September 14, 2009 at 7:11 pm
I am so, so sorry to hear you and your brother have lost a good friend and not least that Seamus have lost his dad. Rest in peace, John. x
September 18, 2009 at 8:01 pm
My condolences to your loss. These are the times when we feel we want to most answers, but don’t get any.
Hugs – LJ