Goodbye, I Will Love You Forever!

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and although often I hated him and felt deeply disappointed in who he’d become; grief consumed me, inconsolable. Death is a different beast when it takes someone you know.The mourners seemed to sense this. Although many looked in my direction, few came too close, maybe they thought genuine grief was contagious. They were the usual crew, close family, and friends who knew the deceased along with neighbors and extended family who never really knew or cared but thought they’d better make an appearance today.Jimmy, Frankie, and I, friends from childhood, were dressed in identical navy blue suits, a sign of our everlasting bond. When they entered the room, they had drawn pitying looks and fresh wails could be heard in the background. Jimmy, red-faced with hair askew, continually pulled at his collar, Frankie’s hands shook nervously and his cheeks were still wet, as they slowly approached me. Jimmy gave me a bear hug, which shocked many an onlooker but touched me. Frankie sobbed again,“I’m sorry Tommy, I’m so sorry,” he patted my shoulder and then lo

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oked away. “It was all my fault.”I ignored him. It was his fault, all right!My mother had done my hair for the funeral that day, and even now she was fussing all around me. I felt like I was 10 again at my uncle’s funeral. I was grateful though, she always knew how to comfort me. She told me she loved me as she kissed my cheek, and even my dad squeezed my hand. I felt a wave of love and pity for them both, but I didn’t want to show it. I felt a little embarrassed to tell you the truth. I just hoped the lads didn’t see.By now the crowd had thinned, all having paid their respects. One by one they left until it was just us three in the whisper-quiet room supporting each other. It’s fair to say we were all damaged and none of us would ever truly recover.First Jimmy, then Frankie said their last goodbyes, but I lingered in the candlelight. As the last flicker died, the last thoughts remained to me. Goodbye Jimmy and Frankie, your friendship I’ll treasure. Goodbye, mum. Goodbye, dad. I will love you both forever.</article></body>

A short story about loss

“Another young man was killed on our roads last night when the car he was traveling in veered out of control and struck a tree. Police said he was 17…”

The wake room was quiet and solemn. The only noises were of muffled sobs and muttered condolences. The lights were dimmed, candles burned in the corners reflecting beautifully off the brass handles of the coffin, casting long shadows on the walls.

I had seen similar scenes many times before, but every death had been expected. Obscure uncles and aunts, I barely knew, every face now long forgotten. This time it was different. I had known this person all my life and although often I hated him and felt deeply disappointed in who he’d become; grief consumed me, inconsolable. Death is a different beast when it takes someone you know.

The mourners seemed to sense this. Although many looked in my direction, few came too close, maybe they thought genuine grief was contagious. They were the usual crew, close family, and friends who knew the deceased along with neighbors and extended family who never really knew or cared but thought they’d better make an appearance today.

Jimmy, Frankie, and I, friends from childhood, were dressed in identical navy blue suits, a sign of our everlasting bond. When they entered the room, they had drawn pitying looks and fresh wails could be heard in the background. Jimmy, red-faced with hair askew, continually pulled at his collar, Frankie’s hands shook nervously and his cheeks were still wet, as they slowly approached me. Jimmy gave me a bear hug, which shocked many an onlooker but touched me. Frankie sobbed again,

“I’m sorry Tommy, I’m so sorry,” he patted my shoulder and then looked away. “It was all my fault.”

I ignored him. It was his fault, all right!

My mother had done my hair for the funeral that day, and even now she was fussing all around me. I felt like I was 10 again at my uncle’s funeral. I was grateful though, she always knew how to comfort me. She told me she loved me as she kissed my cheek, and even my dad squeezed my hand. I felt a wave of love and pity for them both, but I didn’t want to show it. I felt a little embarrassed to tell you the truth. I just hoped the lads didn’t see.

By now the crowd had thinned, all having paid their respects. One by one they left until it was just us three in the whisper-quiet room supporting each other. It’s fair to say we were all damaged and none of us would ever truly recover.

First Jimmy, then Frankie said their last goodbyes, but I lingered in the candlelight. As the last flicker died, the last thoughts remained to me. Goodbye Jimmy and Frankie, your friendship I’ll treasure. Goodbye, mum. Goodbye, dad. I will love you both forever.