| Posted: 17 May 2007 at 7:01pm | IP Logged
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Its almost a year since my friend Danny Committed Suicide, he was buried on 2nd June 2006, the same day i gave birth to Liam...
I have been having a recurring dream about him for a week now and i can see his face so clearly and hear his voice, laughing and joking and playing the guitar like we used to. Its real, but its in a dream, and i felt close to him, it was nice...we were smoking spliffs (i dont smoke in real life) and that was normality. Then i see this huge blood puddle and Danny isn't there anymore, i am then greeted by the old gang from high school and we are all searching for Danny, we can't find him and its very very sad. All we see is the blood puddle.
I have been crying about it all today, i miss him, and i cant believe he is gone. But i have to, i visited his grave, he has a lovely hand carved wooden guitar with his name on it, not real but it was his life.
I still have pictures of him on my pc, but they seem tainted now, and its almost wrong to look at them too long. I have a voice clip of him saying "Fat Cat mulechrla" dont ask about that last word, its all random, that was Danny!
Aaaaand to top it all off i just found his bebo page...im gutted. I just cant accept he is gone, i think about him daily, and it plays on my mind. Really plays on my mind, there was no evident personality change, he was planning to go to college with a mate, up til the day before. Then bam he's gone. Random, thats all i can think. But why? There must be a reason. I just hope he's happy now. 
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