A Tribute OR Don't let stupid shit get in the way... (643 hits)
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Submitted by Shroom (View user info) at 2005-07-02 05:04:31 EDT
Seventh grade for me marked the beginning of a new chapter of my life. I started at a new school in a new town with new people. A few weeks into the semester, I was not paying attention in PE class, when I joined a conversation with two other guys. One of them and I eventually struck up our own conversation. A few days later we exchanged numbers, and eventually I went over to his house to play and trade Pokemon cards.
This kid and I became very close friends, throughout that year and into the next. In time he transcended into the realm of being my best friend. In time it even surpassed that, and I began to feel that he was more a brother than a friend. We were probably the biggest idiots on campus, with our gameboys and cheerio fights. God fucking damn, those were such good times.
One day he confided in me that his dad had found a lump in his neck, and would be going to the doctor to have it checked up on. As it turned out, it was a malignant tumor. Cancer.
If my friend was cool, his parents were cooler. They were so welcoming, and his mom is a total sweetheart. I am really ashamed that I didn't get to know his dad better. Over the course of months, his dads condition began to deteriorate. I knew thing's weren't going so well, but I had no idea of what was going on untill the morning of July 1st, 2001...
I remember dreaming, but what I was dreaming of has long escaped me. I was suddenly roused by my own dad, who leaned in and told me that I had a phone call. He leaned in and informed me that it was my best friend, and that the inevitable had occurred...
"Hello?"
"Dude... My dad died today..."
"Oh... Jeez man... I'm so sorry..."
For a long time, the only thing I heard was the roaring sound of the dead silence. When we finally hung up, I couldn't hold it in. I'm not sure why, but I began to cry. Maybe it was for his dad. Maybe it was for his family. Maybe it was for me.
For me? Why would I be crying for me? I already admitted to not knowing him as well as I should have liked. I guess it was a huge reality check for me aswell. I had no idea what my friend was going through, and I still don't. Some day, I will, but that day has not yet come to pass. But to watch my best friend lose his dad really got me thinking. I'm so lucky to still have both of my parents. Things may not always be going great -- everyone has arguments with their parents -- but they're both still here in this world to love me and for me to love. Don't let the little shit get in the way of what really matters in life. Even if you're thinking that you can't wait to get out of the house, as I have many times, never let go of what's important.
It sounds cliche, but you never know what you have untill it's gone. I hated watching my friend go through such a terrible loss, and i'd give my left nut, both of them even, so that my friend wouldn't have to have lived through that tragedy.
Tito, we've been friends for nearly six years, and I look forward to many more. Always remember the good times you had with your dad. He may be gone from this world, but he's waiting for you in the next. Always keep him in your heart. He raised his son to be a fine young man, and he'd be so proud of you. May the Lord bless you and your entire family.
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Submitted by FartSmeller (user info) at 2005-07-27 12:14:32 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Auto +2 for this review you did. I like the Sopranos.
Submitted by Shroom (user info) at 2005-07-27 01:49:13 (#)
Ranking: 2
Good shit, Tone... Good shit.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2005-07-10 02:39:24 EDT (#)
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I know of no more encouraging fact than the unquestionable ability of man to elevate his life by a conscious endeavor. It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and so make a few objects beautiful; but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look, which morally we can. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts.
Submitted by Chroniclysm (user info) at 2005-07-03 00:14:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
When I was in the eighth grade, one of my best friends' dad died of a massive heart attack. No one saw it coming. I talked to the man for almost 10 minutes the night before he died when I called the house to talk to his son. He wasn't there, but I talked to his dad for awhile anyway. I'll never forget that.
Submitted by CanucksFan (user info) at 2005-07-02 19:31:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
good stuff
Submitted by BillsSBChamps (user info) at 2005-07-02 18:49:30 EDT (#)
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I got to the pokemon cards and almost pulled out my -2 gun, glad I didn't.
Submitted by mikethescottish (user info) at 2005-07-02 18:09:13 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Well written, effective.
Submitted by Maddog (user info) at 2005-07-02 17:47:24 EDT (#)
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Stuff some cheerios in your tighty-whities and pokemon your little heart out.
Submitted by kai070169 (user info) at 2005-07-02 12:05:30 EDT (#)
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Nice to see someone sharing their friend's burden. Wanna be my friend too?
Submitted by mazellan (user info) at 2005-07-02 06:23:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
At least he still has a really good friend.
Submitted by c1ndy (user info) at 2005-07-02 05:10:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Shroom (user info) at 2005-07-02 05:09:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
My best friends dad passed away from cancer four years ago today. This is just a little thing I wrote for him.