My Best Friend
Today I’m going to talk about one of my close friend who passed away. Well, it’s not one of the most interesting topics to talk about but let me be. Anyways, it’s something that no one can predict when it will happen. Yea, sure.. You think that “Nah it won’t happen to me..” Or maybe. You’ll just shrugged it off. But as I said earlier, it’s unpredictable.
I wouldn’t reveal his name but yea, he was 17 back then. He was said to have a stone growing outside the lungs and as it grew bigger, it got harder for him to breath.
Back then, in 2012. We had a sleepover at a friend’s house and we were all enjoying ourselves. And well, that friend of mine he was having fun too! A few days later, after the sleepover I got a message saying that he has gone into the hospital as the stone located near his lungs were growing larger. Receiving that message I could only pray that he would be fine as I did not have the time nor a transport to go to the hospital. According to a few other friends of mine, his condition wasn’t getting any better. I remembered clearly, it was a Friday, 17th February. I went to school and went home after that thinking nothing about death. Around 3 something in the noon, I got a text saying that he has passed on. I was shock. Literally shock. It took me awhile to absorb what was going on. Was this a joke? But then, I thought again. Maybe this was better. He won’t have to suffer anymore. I went to his wake service and funeral and I cried a lot. We all did.
There was something that I admire though. He was strong. Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. He did not complain about it at all. That was really admirable. His death had taught us something though. He taught me to appreciate the people around us before it’s too late. He taught me to appreciate the ones I care for before it’s too late. To be honest, it’s never too late. Like the sleepover we had. All of us got closer and appreciate each and everyone’s presence. That sleepover was as though it was
I wouldn’t reveal his name but yea, he was 17 back then. He was said to have a stone growing outside the lungs and as it grew bigger, it got harder for him to breath.
Back then, in 2012. We had a sleepover at a friend’s house and we were all enjoying ourselves. And well, that friend of mine he was having fun too! A few days later, after the sleepover I got a message saying that he has gone into the hospital as the stone located near his lungs were growing larger. Receiving that message I could only pray that he would be fine as I did not have the time nor a transport to go to the hospital. According to a few other friends of mine, his condition wasn’t getting any better. I remembered clearly, it was a Friday, 17th February. I went to school and went home after that thinking nothing about death. Around 3 something in the noon, I got a text saying that he has passed on. I was shock. Literally shock. It took me awhile to absorb what was going on. Was this a joke? But then, I thought again. Maybe this was better. He won’t have to suffer anymore. I went to his wake service and funeral and I cried a lot. We all did.
There was something that I admire though. He was strong. Stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. He did not complain about it at all. That was really admirable. His death had taught us something though. He taught me to appreciate the people around us before it’s too late. He taught me to appreciate the ones I care for before it’s too late. To be honest, it’s never too late. Like the sleepover we had. All of us got closer and appreciate each and everyone’s presence. That sleepover was as though it was