This story is a little different from the others. And although i had some fun times last summer. It was one of the worst.
My Bestfriend
For certain reasons i won't be saying too much information just because there is no need to. But anyway lets begin. I had a bestfriend who's name was Aaron. I called him TBK( Tall Black Kid). He was literally the nicest kid you would ever meet. Literally everyone in the city liked him. We knew eachother ever since 7th grade and were bestfriends for a really long time. Like we literally saw eachother everyday. We would be in the same class every year and then after school we would skate and stuff. It was pretty great. Well anyway Him and i were going to be getting an apartment after we graduated because it was close to the school that we were going to and it just would have been easier. So it was about 3 weeks after graduation and he called me and asked if i wanted to go to the beach with him and his girlfriend the next day and i said of course! But the next day i got called into work so i called him and told him i couldn't make it. So he and his girlfriend just went to someones pool. Well i got home from work around 8 and around 9 one of his Messaged me on twitter and told me to call her. So i did thinking it was about something stupid. But when i called her she told me that earlier that day Aaron drowned and was now in the ICU. So i rushed to the hospital with my other two friends who were very close to him and we waited. His family and Co-workers were there. We were told that his chance of survival was 96% so we were allowed to go in and visit him. When we went back to see him he was in a induced coma. The doctors told us he was under the water for 6 minutes until he was taken out. So two weeks had gone by and he was slowly getting better. His brain was showing activity and he was breathing better. Another 3 weeks passed and i got a call friday morning that he passed away. It's really hard to explain how it feels to lose someone that close and that young. I'm in tears writing this because it still feels like yesterday that i lost him. I just don't want to accept that he is gone even though its been this long. It was one of the hardest moments of my life and it still hasn't gotten better. Its hard to explain but i just don't feel like its real. Like how can someone so young just leave like that? And i can't even imagine how his family feels. Going to the funeral was one of the hardest thing i could do. Just seeing his family killed me. The thought of a parent burying there kid literally is the saddest thing ever. I;m sorry i rambled on in the end it's just how i feel about the whole situation. I'm not looking for sympathy. I just thought i would share it because i have been holding back this emotions and denying it for so long.
