Tuesday, May 24, 2011

.in.the.end.

I dont do good with death. 
Ive never really had to deal with it before.
My close friend passed away while I was on vacation in Venezuela.
He was such an amazing person. 

I posted on facebook once that I was sad, and he arrived within an hour. 

We didnt hang out too often, but we stayed in contact.  Most people never even saw him frown.  At his funeral all anyone spoke of was how upbeat he was, how optomistic and funny he was, how caring and attentive he was.  Its all true.  He was sincerely a great man, with a great heart... he truly cared about others.  The only thing was that I knew a side of him others didnt.  I knew of his sadness, he read his poems to me filled with hurt anger and pain. 

I should have done more.  I should have tried harder. 

I lost my friend. 

Most of the reason I havent posted is because my family in Venezuela doesn't have internet. 
I havent posted since my arrival because I just dont have the slightest clue how to explain my sorrow.  I had two black eyes for two days after his funeral from shedding tears for one of the few good guys left on the face of the planet. 

How do you write about loss? 

I know what Ive learned, how I feel, what I think.  Im still mourning though, I cant make the words beautiful. 

I lost my friend.