Comments on: All Soul’s day

By: laurac

laurac — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 18:05:30 +0000

I fell upon your blog and reading this post — it rang true for me. I had a similar experience when my first friend passed at a young age, I can recall the shock, sadness, and strangeness it brought. Shortly after receiving the news, I remember riding a train back to the city, and having this realization of what growing older meant. Not just new life experiences, new bright people in me life, but also the knowledge that the more people I would know one day in my life would also leave in death. At that moment this incredible sadness of losing a good friend and knowledge that there would be others to leave too, sadden me more. Growing up is hard. I too hope it’s the last for a very long time.

By: Brit in Bosnia

Brit in Bosnia — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:19:56 +0000

I suddenly realise how incredibly lucky I have been that no close friends have died. I’ve been to funerals but have never had to think that they hadn’t had a good innings. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to comprehend the utter waste of an unnecessary death.

I second Susanna – editors and publishers, sort it out. I’d pay good money for a book by this woman!

By: Mothership

Mothership — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 15:20:28 +0000

JamaicaRocks. I miss you.
Knackered Mother. I am so sorry. I don’t know how you live without him and what an awful, violent way to lose him. Hugs.
BelleLulu. They do affect us in a way we can’t forget. It’s that first one.
A Modern Mother. THANKS! (cheque in post)

By: A Modern Mother

A Modern Mother — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 08:06:32 +0000

If an editor is reading: please publish this woman I would totally buy her book!

By: Belle_Lulu

Belle_Lulu — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:30:37 +0000

I write a response to this with tears in my eyes. I lost my best schoolfriend when we were both 18. I say lost, but she really REALLY wanted to die. We hadn’t actually spoken for 2 years and I didn’t get invited to her funeral. She was a very damaged girl, never able to believe that anyone loved her just as she was. We had a typically intense, highly damaging, boarding school friendship – she felt like a part of me. Even now there are days where I don’t believe she’s gone – she’d be 33 now.

I’ve lost babies, friends have lost babies, husbands, fathers, mothers, grandparents and other friends since, but it’s her death that still affects me this way.

Immensely talented, extraordinarily generous and fucked up in a way that meant she couldn’t anticipate the future. I will always miss her. x

By: Knackered Mother

Knackered Mother — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 23:19:30 +0000

Gosh you’re good at writing about death! I miss my little brother (he would have been 34 now but instead was murdered at 26 by two boys trying to steal his car) but I wear my memories of him like a blanket. Don’t cry often – life goes on blah blah – but you’re right. It’s such a waste.

By: JAMAICAROCKS

JAMAICAROCKS — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 22:32:33 +0000

I love this post, although it is a sad one. It is our memories that live on forever and you my friend are one of my many great memories. Your trip to Jamaica resulted in a very inspiring story and we became friends forever.
I am so proud that you now have the family you deserve, living in sunshine and still writing your thoughts.
Blessings, One Love & Walk Good.

By: Mothership

Mothership — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:21:05 +0000

Thanks, all. It cuts me up to think of these people who never got to grow past the urgency of youth, to see their own children, to watch how the world changes under your feet while you walk it. I feel so sad for my little sister, but sadder still for the family of this boy.
@Jessica. We’ll have to reminisce. I remember talking about it the night of my prom with Dinty Moore in tow – it had just happened the day before and I was still completely freaked out.

By: Metropolitan Mum

Metropolitan Mum — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 10:01:26 +0000

A friend of mine died when I was 16. I guess you are right, you’ll never get over this.
Beautiful post!

By: Jessica K

Jessica K — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 23:56:40 +0000

I remember him. He was dating one of my friends at the time. And I have a ghost story about him. And I remember the rumors he wasnt alone when he OD’d.
Unfortunately, he wasnt the last to die young we knew.