Yesterday the guy across the street from me died in his house, not sure why but he was known in the community as a big druggie.
My guess was an accidental overdose.
All I know is his father walked in to find his 26 year old son dead on the floor, we stood out on the porch and watched as they brought the body out on a stretcher, completely covered by a white sheet.
And it hit me then, thats the closest Ive ever been to a dead body, and it hit me that, when youre gone, youre really gone...
I mean just the day before I had gone to work and as I got into my car he said "Hey, whats up?" and I just said hey and shut the door, and its odd now to think that the guy who said hey is now dead, now just a lifeless body somewhere, no brain function, no beating heart, and the first stages of decomposition now starting...I mean, he was just here yesterday as alive as can be, now hes gone.
Why do I feel this way about someone I didnt care nothing for, I hated the man prior to his death, now I feel nothing but sympathy for him, and for some odd reason I feel this is partially my fault, he wanted to be friends, but I neglected to because of his drug habit, but I feel that if I hadnt refused his offer I might have changed things, might have somehow talked him out of that habit that had such a strong hold on him, and if I had just taken that opportunity, he'd probably still be alive and his family wouldnt be going through what they are now...
I dont know...I feel so miserable now...any words of advice anyone?
My guess was an accidental overdose.
All I know is his father walked in to find his 26 year old son dead on the floor, we stood out on the porch and watched as they brought the body out on a stretcher, completely covered by a white sheet.
And it hit me then, thats the closest Ive ever been to a dead body, and it hit me that, when youre gone, youre really gone...
I mean just the day before I had gone to work and as I got into my car he said "Hey, whats up?" and I just said hey and shut the door, and its odd now to think that the guy who said hey is now dead, now just a lifeless body somewhere, no brain function, no beating heart, and the first stages of decomposition now starting...I mean, he was just here yesterday as alive as can be, now hes gone.
Why do I feel this way about someone I didnt care nothing for, I hated the man prior to his death, now I feel nothing but sympathy for him, and for some odd reason I feel this is partially my fault, he wanted to be friends, but I neglected to because of his drug habit, but I feel that if I hadnt refused his offer I might have changed things, might have somehow talked him out of that habit that had such a strong hold on him, and if I had just taken that opportunity, he'd probably still be alive and his family wouldnt be going through what they are now...
I dont know...I feel so miserable now...any words of advice anyone?




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