Coping with the Loss of a Friend

    My friend. We shared so much of our lives. I could not believe my friend had died. We had such a special relationship, most would not understand. It's amazing what I took for granted.

    Coping with the Loss of a Friend

    I could not believe that my friend had died. In life, friendships like ours are rare. We had experienced so much together and I had taken for granted that we always would.

    Coping with the Loss of a Friend

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    My friend Jonathan died. He was a golden boy full of inspiration. He was a dreamer. I am deeply saddened by his loss and the idea that I will never see his light shining again. He inspired me to do better work and to think about things differently.
    I shall miss you Jonathan. You were a great friend and I feel your loss profoundly. You were a bright center in a turning world.

    Condolences to All family and many friends of Rose. i first met Rose, and Tom; previously meeting several members of her family,while i in the RCAF. at Torbay. After the RCAF in early 1960’s myself and several other friends /relatives,in St John’s started a weekly card game, including Rose’s husband John.and three other guys with first name John.All the ladies called us the four weekly John’s. These games carried on for a number of years,but our friendship lasted up until the present time.with me being the only survivor. Many many great memories .God Bless,and all the best. Jim/Nelia Campbell St John’s NL>

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    RIck's Death

    I can remember the day, time, and the exact circumstance when my good friend passed away – over 30 years ago. It’s amazing how some moments in your life get etched into your memory.

    As teenagers, we had a tight group of friends, we did everything together. Got in trouble, helped each other out, you name it. When Rick got in a terrible car accident, we were all concerned. But, not to the point of thinking he would die. Rick spent weeks in hospital, fighting internal injuries. We all thought he would be fine. We visited him in hospital without consideration for the gravity of the situation.

    It wasn’t until that day we got the news – October 5, 1995 at 12:30 in the afternoon, that it became real. That was the time Rick passed away. We were all together, doing what we loved to do, but Rick was in a hospital bed surrounded by his family, taking his last breaths.

    It took a long time to get over that moment, the guilt we all felt for not being there with him. The pain we all felt for losing someone so close to us at such a young age. The understanding that our group would forever be less one. It took a long time before I was able to talk about how I felt, the remorse, the guilt. I would look back at the moments we shared as friends, it’s only now as an adult that I understand how important these moments were.

    What got us through that tough summer, and the seasons to follow, was our friendship. We regularly visited Rick’s parents and I think this helped. Now, as a father of my own three children, I share this story with them, in hope the understand how precious life is, and how valuable it is never take a moment for granted.

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