I know many of you have been in this situation. Someone very close, or not close at all, passed away. I sarted this thread because I know what it can be like. This past November our community lost two high school students from drunk driving. It was horrible. After hearing about one girl's death on the news, I felt absolutey nothing. I never knew her, but it was the thought that these things you hear about actually happen. We went back to school the next Monday and the halls were silent. I looked around and the faces of happy and joyous kids just seemed dead. That day the teachers, kids, and staff were all quiet and less demanding. Everyone had a new perspective of life.

Days had past and people were more willing to talk about the loss and started to get back to the schedule of school. One of the boys that was in the car was still severley injured and was hospitalized. At least that's what we thought.
I was in 4th period art class at the time. I love art. It helps me get through any problems I ever have. Now I remember no petty roadblock can be considered a problem. Our principal got on the intercom and started talking to us. I thought school might have been delayed because of the storm outside. But what really happened was the boy's lifeline was cut. He passed away that morning. Again, I was in shock. When the bell rang, I was on my way to lunch. This time instead of silence, there were tears. Tears from everyone. Except me.

Now I know why I didn't cry. I found peace. Peace in the fact he would never be in pain again. Peace in the fact we will see him again someday. Peace in the fact he found peace.

I know many of you have been in this situation. Someone very close, or not close at all, passed away. I sarted this thread because I know what it can be like. This past November our community lost two high school students from drunk driving. It was horrible. After hearing about one girl's death on the news, I felt absolutey nothing. I never knew her, but it was the thought that these things you hear about actually happen. We went back to school the next Monday and the halls were silent. I looked around and the faces of happy and joyous kids just seemed dead. That day the teachers, kids, and staff were all quiet and less demanding. Everyone had a new perspective of life.

Days had past and people were more willing to talk about the loss and started to get back to the schedule of school. One of the boys that was in the car was still severley injured and was hospitalized. At least that's what we thought.
I was in 4th period art class at the time. I love art. It helps me get through any problems I ever have. Now I remember no petty roadblock can be considered a problem. Our principal got on the intercom and started talking to us. I thought school might have been delayed because of the storm outside. But what really happened was the boy's lifeline was cut. He passed away that morning. Again, I was in shock. When the bell rang, I was on my way to lunch. This time instead of silence, there were tears. Tears from everyone. Except me.

Now I know why I didn't cry. I found peace. Peace in the fact he would never be in pain again. Peace in the fact we will see him again someday. Peace in the fact he found peace.


Wow, I am sorry for that happening. Something like that happened in our school. One girl comitted suicide. Everyone was shocked and crying and everything was literally like dead. I didn't really know her at all, but it was pretty sad. Our principal came in and just told us and some kids cried and others didn't. I understand why you didn't cry and I found out that she wouldnt be in pain either. Thats a terrible story that happened with the kids in your school and in my school, but they are in a better place.

See, if I didn't know any of that I would say that's sad too. The thing is it's not. I don't know why but it just can't be sad.

i'm sorry for what happened at you school. when ppl die the others are sad and cry. but if someone commited suicided, this person will never feel pain again. but on the other side everyone has the right to live and ppl who commited suicide could live now, too. it's sad that there are some ppl who are desperate and want to leave the world.

I'm really sorry that both of you had that happen at your school... At my school there were two high school brothers that were in a car, driving, and they crashed. The one in the passenger side was killed, but the brother who was driving lived. He survived, but he couldn't handle the guilt, so a few months later he commited suicide. It's sad, and horrible at the same time. I didn't cry, but I was still upset. Still, some of my friends were quite close to them both and were hysterical. So, to comfort them, I just told them that they were in a peaceful place...together. I think I actually had to convince myself more than having to convince my friends. Unfortunetly, these terrible things happen, and it's unfair, but they still happen.

~Kiersy Lynn

Sometimes it takes the death of another to realize how greatful we should be that we are alive. So many people take it for granted...I did for a long time.

When I was in tenth grade I had a friend. He was much older than me, but he was one of the best friends I've ever had even to this day.His name was Conrad. After a few months, I had to push him away because my increasingly controlling (and also much older) boyfriend would not allow me to be near or talk to any other guys. I begged him to let me go see Conrad's band play (He had wrote a song for me and really wanted me to hear it), and he took me there. We ended up getting in a fight, and he dragged me out into the woods, and so I ended up missing the show anyway. When we were walking back to the car, Conrad comes up to me and says (I still remember this so vividly) "I know you don't see it now, but one day we will be together."

I said nothing. I just walked away. I didn't talk to him for quite a while, until one day at the end of August (two years ago) his brother called me and told me that him and a bunch of his friends had been in Banff (A small town in the mountains about 3 hours from my city) and they were climbing moutains without ropes...Conrad fell 300 feet and was killed. They airlifted him out, but it was much too late. I wasn't allowed to go to the funeral. My boyfriend was thanking God that he was dead.

I have been hospitalized for suicide attempt on more than one occasion. I have had extremely severe depression (based on a lot of things that have happened to me in life, as well as depression and ill-psychosis run in my family to begin with) for a long time. But as circumstances have changed greatly...I have as well. Everything that has happened to me in life I have learned from. And while I still find myself thinking those same thoughts quite often, I know know that I can handle it.


Death is an inevitable thing, but I am a very firm believer that when someone dies, if you keep them in your heart, that they will live on just as if they were still alive. Not in a Heaven or religious way at all, because I am very, very far from that...But just through the power of love and belief, they will always be with you.

Don't take life for granted, no matter what happens. Life is so, so short if you considering how much time there has been before us, and how much time will go on after we have all gone. Just live it out...You never know what is going to happen. Make them ost of life while you still have one. I imagine that if you had a chance to think while you were dying, the thought that you didn't do everything you could; take every chance possible to experience everything and that you maybe did learn everything that you could would be terrifying.


As we've learned from this post, we don't all have that chance.
No matter what your relgiion is, or how strong your beliefs are, in reality there is NO logical way to know what death will be until we get there.
Make the most of your life while you have one.

I know the feeling. In feb. Last year two people died in a car wreck one went to my school and one used to. I hope no one ever has to go through that because it happened on a Friday and we had to go to school the following Monday and it was silent at lunch no one was eating because we were all heartbroken...I cried for a week straight. It was awful. I knew him a little I used to have a crush on him when I was in Junior high...so it was rough lol... Everyone wanted to go to his funeral but most of us didn't have rides so our teachers took those of us who wanted to go. I'm sorry you guys had to go through that stuff...

oh, i'm so sorry for this , april. reading your post makes me cry :( hope you feel better now

best wishes, nadine

this is great timing for me to find this thread. my best friend died on July 9 2005. so just the other day, saturday. he was in a car wreck. he died the same way Dale Earnheardt died. something about the spinal chord snapped. anyway, i went to the visitation tonight, i feel a little better, but also a little worse. i feel i have finally said a proper goodbye, but also i have now seen proof that he died. I'm still not believing that it happened.



OMFG, we just had another high school graduate die recently, so that makes four. There must be something wrong with my school or something.....i guess it is starting again.....

I went through several deaths while i was in high school. One a guy I liked died from brain swelling, they took him off of life support because he was brain dead. Another friend was shot point plank in the head because her ex boyfriend took a bet that he couldn't kill anyone and well he did. And the worst was Kristen French (whom somepoeple might have herd of) a friend and schoolmate tortured and murdered. Now I know that these people are in a better place but it still hurt like hell and was horrifying to see how some of my friends died. They all are missed dearly and may they rest in peace now.

Hey yesterday I was reading through this post..before I found out that my cousin Darren was going to die sometime in the night/morning. He was actually my third cousin, but I saw him every year (until recently) at Thanksgiving and family reunions. He was a cool kid, a few months younger than me. He was diagnosed with cancer when we were about 9 or 10 and had to have a kidney taken out (where the tumor was). He had gone through alot of chemo and a couple of years ago he ended up having to have a bone marrow transplant or something. It was the last chance type of deal..where if it didnt work then there was nothing else they could do.

It kept him healthy for a few years, with a few trips to the hospital for emergencies and such. On the 10th of July, my bday actually, he had to be mediflighted to the children's hospital. He was having kidney failure and was put on life support. He lasted three days there. I didn't find out how bad a condition he was in till i asked one of my cousins because my parents wouldnt tell me.

I greived when he died, but after that I've sort of been feeling..a type of relief. for him i guess. No more chemo, no more pain. I mean I'm sad because he didn't get to live a full life or anything, but I mean if heaven is real he at least gets to rejoin his grandpa who passed away about 6 months ago. But in a way I'm relieved..not glad..but relieved that he's not in pain anymore. and thankfully he was asleep/unconscious when he died, so I'm guessing he didn't feel it or anything..but I don't know cuz I've never died before.

Anyways I was glad I came across this thread before finding out. You're posts and experiences have helped me find some peace in this and have definately softened the blow. It's still hard hitting, but I can take comfort in hoping/believing/knowing he's alright. Thanks you guys.

Anyways I was glad I came across this thread before finding out. You're posts and experiences have helped me find some peace in this and have definately softened the blow. It's still hard hitting, but I can take comfort in hoping/believing/knowing he's alright. Thanks you guys.

I feel great that we helped. I started this after I came back from my youth group. My pastor said our challenge was to help someone in any situation. May your cousin rest in peace in heaven.

I greived when he died, but after that I've sort of been feeling..a type of relief. for him i guess. No more chemo, no more pain. I mean I'm sad because he didn't get to live a full life or anything, but I mean if heaven is real he at least gets to rejoin his grandpa who passed away about 6 months ago. But in a way I'm relieved..not glad..but relieved that he's not in pain anymore.

That's how I was when my uncle died this July. He'd been in the hospital after complications from surgery on a heart aneurysm for about a month. He was unconcious most of the time, but during the last week or so he woke up, and wanted them to take him the machines. It still hurts, but I know it's what he wanted. Even though he remarried after his wife (my aunt) was killed in a car accident, I don't think he ever quite moved on. He had told my cousins that more than anything he wanted to be lying next to their mother, and he became very devout in his faith because he wanted to be sure he would be with her when he died. :(

I went through several deaths while i was in high school. One a guy I liked died from brain swelling, they took him off of life support because he was brain dead. Another friend was shot point plank in the head because her ex boyfriend took a bet that he couldn't kill anyone and well he did. And the worst was Kristen French (whom somepoeple might have herd of) a friend and schoolmate tortured and murdered. Now I know that these people are in a better place but it still hurt like hell and was horrifying to see how some of my friends died. They all are missed dearly and may they rest in peace now.


:( :( :( :mad: Im so sorry to hear that. Especially about Kristen French. That shouldnt have happened to anyone. :mad: Paul Bernardo:mad:

I had one guy at our school pass away when I was in grade 7.. It was really sad, I remember one year he was in my class, we had a split class and he drew me a picture..

Another girl in middle school died of meningitis...

Not too long ago, one of our seniors died in a car crash. A few days later they realized it was a suicide.

Nobody said anything.

Nobody knew who he was.

It is so much scarier when you lose someone close to your age because it really brings you back to reality. Its that depressing sense of knowing that you could die at any second. That has never happened to me, but it has to a close friend of mine. But I still completley understand how you feel. My heart goes out to all of you.

My friend who died is now one of three 2005 graduates who died in 2 weeks, I knew 2 of them, but one was a best friend, the other, we were just two people who said hi whenever we passed eachother...

I know many of you have been in this situation. Someone very close, or not close at all, passed away. I sarted this thread because I know what it can be like. This past November our community lost two high school students from drunk driving. It was horrible. After hearing about one girl's death on the news, I felt absolutey nothing. I never knew her, but it was the thought that these things you hear about actually happen. We went back to school the next Monday and the halls were silent. I looked around and the faces of happy and joyous kids just seemed dead. That day the teachers, kids, and staff were all quiet and less demanding. Everyone had a new perspective of life.

Days had past and people were more willing to talk about the loss and started to get back to the schedule of school. One of the boys that was in the car was still severley injured and was hospitalized. At least that's what we thought.
I was in 4th period art class at the time. I love art. It helps me get through any problems I ever have. Now I remember no petty roadblock can be considered a problem. Our principal got on the intercom and started talking to us. I thought school might have been delayed because of the storm outside. But what really happened was the boy's lifeline was cut. He passed away that morning. Again, I was in shock. When the bell rang, I was on my way to lunch. This time instead of silence, there were tears. Tears from everyone. Except me.

Now I know why I didn't cry. I found peace. Peace in the fact he would never be in pain again. Peace in the fact we will see him again someday. Peace in the fact he found peace.

yea i understand that.. i've been in many funerals, seen death from right and left.....
each time i see it in different time..

i wish i would realize sooner that the dead people are in better place, if only i could have found the peace inside of me...

it's horroble how life can be, how people die, and how unfair it is... yet again you are right... he never have to be in pain again, and he has found the peace.....

i couldn't have said better..... it's sad yet so true..... and again, i am sorry for the loss

I also dont view death as all that horrible. Im not like goth or obsessed with death and "oooo death surrounds me in darkness and all things grim" or anything- but im not really that sad when someone dies- of injury, age, disease, whatever.

I think its unfortunate... but instead of crying about times I had with them and times I'll never have- Im just glad they're not suffering anymore.

I was almost 9 when my best friend Bryan died. It was a shock to me, but I didn't really understand death at the time. He died of pneumonia I think. It may have been something else, but that was what I was told.
When I was 15, a sophomore in high school, my cousin who was 16 and in the same grade, was killed in a car wreck. It was devistating. I still don't know if I fully grieved over her, I tried to stay strong for her family, they had enough to deal with. When I was 19, 3 kids from the high school were killed in a car wreck, I cried so hard. 3 sixteen year olds. When I was 23, a little girl that I watched grow up died. They said she wouldn't live past 3 years old, she had a bad heart and lungs. She lived to be 7. I named my daughter after her. Also that same month that she died, a guy that I had a crush on all through high school, and brother to one of the 3 killed when I was 19, died in a semi-accident. My cousin Kris was killed in a car accident this past February 2005. And 2 kids were were in a car accident August 2nd 2005 and died, in the exact same spot those 3 kids were killed a few years earlier, they were 16 and 9 (sister and brother).
I deal with death quite frequently with my job. I work in a nursing home with the elderly. It's sad to see someone pass away there, but they go there to die and it's a slow gradual process. you expect it, so it's easier to grieve. It's easier to say, well they aren't suffering anymore. They are in a better place. But when it's sudden, it's a whole new experience. Everyone deals with it differently. With the deaths of Catherine and Bryan this past august, this community couldn't really grieve the loss of the children till 3 weeks or so after their death. It wasn't a reality to everyone because their parents were 4 hours away in another city in ICU because they too were in the accident. It's hard, very hard. All you can think is why the hell did this happen. They are just kids, their time wasn't up.