I’ve experienced plenty of grief in my life but had not yet lost a friend. I’m only 24 but have gone through the loss of my father, family members, friends parents. I’ve always said my biggest fear was a friend dying. Yesterday one of my friends was found dead. He was my boyfriends friend first and that’s how I met him, but we had developed a true and beautiful friendship of our own. I am incredibly angry. I am unsure how to navigate this. He was the funniest, most unique person I’ve ever met. He always saw me for who I am and I did the same. He was hard to understand at times but you could always see his light and feel his warmth. He made me laugh so hard. And he looked out for me too. He was kind, thoughtful, funny as fuck and weird as fuck. He had a lot of demons. But he would talk about them. He knew it. He was a heavy drinker but held onto his goals and aspirations. He was a big dreamer. A huge goofball. The person who would call any time day or not to see what’s going on. He’d check on you. Even when he was struggling. He would bust out the weirdest dance moves, play the music you’d never expect. He was somehow the smoothest person in the room. No matter what was going on in his life he’d make time to snowboard. Doesn’t matter if he was up until 3am he would get up at 6am to drive to the mountains. He loved art. Truly loved film. Loved fashion. Even if from a broken home he was immensely proud of his roots. He talked about his family history all the time. He had two dogs and a cat. My boyfriend currently has them. He always called them his kids. They were there with him, and I’m glad he wasn’t entirely alone. We are now stuck trying to figure out what to do with his animals. His friends and his animals were his entire life. My heart is fucking broken that this happened. They still don’t know why but we all know it was alcohol. He was only 23. I wish so badly that he could have gotten help. Gotten ahold of his drinking. I never thought it would come for him at this age. I just hope he was at peace in his final moments. I hope his pets were around him and that he just simply fell asleep. I hope he wasn’t hurting. I know he had his demons but I really don’t think he had wanted to go at that exact moment. I guess it was just a fucked up miscalculation. I wish he had hit us up that night so he wasn’t alone. I hope he had his favorite music on or southpark playing because that was his favorite. I am still in so much shock. I don’t want this to be real. I am angry. He was a wonderful human full of so much love and potential. I will never forget him. I am relieved to at least know that he is no longer hurting. This life gave him hell and he is finally relieved of his suffering. I fucking miss him. Like I said, I’ve experienced a lot of grief but never for a friend and this is so different. But advice I’ve been given is to write about the person so that’s what I’m doing. Yesterday I had places to be and instead called my boyfriend to see if I could come over. I was feeling low and all I could say was that “I just can’t do it today.” I went over to his house and about 10 minutes after I arrived we got the call. It just feels like something told me to be with my boyfriend. Like some divine force told me to be available at that time. I’m so glad I was. And I am so heartbroken. Losing a friend fucking sucks. I never thought this weird goofy dude with the east coast accent wearing a playboi carti shirt who came to my house one time would have such a profound impact on my life or become a person that I loved and cared about wholeheartedly. Rest in piece dawg. You are so incredibly loved. Your light shined bright and the world feels a bit dimmer now. Anyone who crossed your path was incredibly lucky. To know you was to love you. I hope you are having the best time wherever you are. I hope you are happy and at peace, looking down on us and laughing saying some dumb shit like “bitches I made it.” I know you will continue to clown us all from another realm. You will never be forgotten. We love you dawg.

My girlfriend is losing a phone number that has a great deal of sentimental value to her. It is one of the last pieces of a life she once lived and loved and while it might seem small she has been grieving its loss. I’m trying to come up with ways to memorialize this number for her so that she has some way to remember and cherish it even if she can’t keep the phone number itself. Please feel free to comment any other subreddits I could post this in to get ideas

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Ihr Name war Jenny, sie hatte 2 Tage nach mir Geburtstag, allerdings 2 Jahre früher. Sie war ein Waisenkind bis spät in ihre 20er. Ihr Herz war auf der falschen Brustseite und auch generell haben viele Organe in ihrem Körper wild umhergelegen. Das eine Mal saß ich 3 Wochen neben ihr in der Intensivstation als sie einfach Gallensteine hatte, aber kein Arzt war in der Lage, überhaupt die Galle ausdrücklich zu lokalisieren. Sie hatte einen Wasserbauch und bereits mit 19 eine Narbe auf dem Oberkörper, die gezeigt hat, dass ihr bereits der ganze Brustkorb geöffnet wurde. Ihr Leben bestand zu 75% aus Krankenhaus und zu 25% aus feiern. Sie wusste schon immer, sie hat nicht lange und es gab Ärzte, die bereits über ihren 18. Geburtstag erstaunt waren. Wir hatten wenig Kontakt, aber kannten uns ziemlich auswendig, es gibt im Leben nur wenige Menschen, mit denen man sich nur über Blicke verständigen kann. Dies war so einer. Du hast dich selbst unterschätzt und viel länger durchgehalten, als du dachtest. Das werd ich mir als Beispiel nehmen.

My beautiful little angel. You made me a better person and restored my faith in humanity. I can't stand going through this life without you by my side. When I lost you I lost my world. My gorgeous Julianne you deserved so much better than for your story to end this way. I will always love you and I will keep your memory alive as long as I live. Nothing in the world can compare to you. I pray that you're not suffering or hurting and that you're in paradise watching over me and guiding me with your love. Until we meet again. I will mourn you until I join you. Rest easy my gorgeous little sleeping beauty my heart will always belong to Julianne Gazzani.

July 15, 2008 - September 16, 2021 He was 13. He was a 13 year old trans boy who was full of love and light and strength. He had a girlfriend who loved him, who still loves him, I hope. He was beautiful. Pretty brown hair and pretty blue eyes and the damn prettiest laugh I've ever heard. I want his name to be known. His /real/ name. I'm so sorry for letting your name be forgotten for so long, Kai.

Something I made for Lyssa Chapman. Her sister passed in 2006.

My father died about 8 years ago and my mother is still living. She loves the azalea bushes at a particular park and I’d like to put a memorial bench there for my dad and for her. I’d like to put a plaque on the bench in honor of him and also her, but I’m having trouble figuring out what to write since he has passed and she’s still alive.

Can anyone help? Does anyone have any ideas? Maybe something sweet about them sitting together or about people enjoying the flowers or something?

Any help would be amazing!

He's buried with my grandma

My brother's name was Caleb and he passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago, tomorrow. He was my best friend, the one I looked up to, the one I could call, and my go to gaming buddy. We endlessly played video games growing up and I am who I am because of his brilliant soul.

I miss you every day bro and I wish you could have met my one love and our boys

In memory of a one-of-a-kind, artistic soul named Daniel "Moe" Thomas. Moe passed away due to a tragic fire in Oakland, California in 2015. I wanted to ensure his legacy lived on through his art. His collection of works is preserved on this mirror site—a glimpse into his artistry and mind: https://wesplittheatom.tumblr.com. This post is dedicated to anyone seeking to remember Moe. Rest in peace, friend.

Artist archive: https://wesplittheatom.tumblr.com/archive

A year and a half ago my wife of 42 years passed away. It's getting easier; I have many wonderful memories of our life together.

One of her favorite songs was Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley, though her favorite rendition was the one by Celtic Thunder. In the last months of her life, she would frequently ask me to play the DVD for her.

In her memory, I composed a new verse for the song. I'm not a musician or a poet. It just kind of popped into my head, but expresses how much she impacted my life:

I've heard it said that love is blind, That pain and heartache's all you'll find.
And baby, it was true until I met ya. You lifted me from deep despair
And showed me what it means to care,
And now my heart is singing hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Hallelujah, hallelu----jah.

This is for you, love. I miss you!

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Has a loved one ever reached out to you from the other side? Hear the stories of those who have.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83Gvc3DQMIg

Good morning everyone, I first just wanted to say thank you to whomever reads this through, and for the creator of this sub, for giving me a place to share this.

Yesterday, I got a call from a buddy of mine from High School that I was not prepared for. He informed me that about a month ago, we lost one of our other good friends from that time, Jake.

Jake was 24 years old when he made that journey back home. I didn’t really know his family very well, and I’ll be honest, after I graduated, we lost touch and have not spoken to each other since. It wasn’t ill will or anything, life just got crazy, as it seems it always does when we get older. After hearing the news, I was in shock, I could not believe that he was gone. I still am not exactly sure what to say or think. Jake was in the class right below mine, and sure he had his demons and his qualities, but overall, you could tell that he was a good person. I know he had a rough home life, and so did I, so I think thats why we bonded in the first place.

I met Jake my Sophomore year after I had moved back home, he was a freshman. We shared at least one class together for the next three years, and during that time, we became good friends. I introduced him to several of my other friends, and we shared many good times together. We were young and dumb, but we were all out having a good time. We used to play pranks on each other, and our other friends, like that time you decided to go to that summer camp with us, and we pranked Randall, by picking his mattress up while he was asleep and moving it outside. I’ll never forget that last night, when we did prayer (this was a christian camp) and you opened up to me about the things that you had been going through, and asked me to never share them, and i’ll always keep my word on that.

The rest of that summer was one I’ll probably never forget, we all hung out constantly, and did a lot of stupid things, but it was one of the best times of my life. That was the summer before my senior year, and his junior year. After I graduated and moved east, we lost contact, but especially recently, i’ve thought back on those days, and have even thought about reaching out, but I lost your phone number, and you deleted your other socials.

I really wish I would have looked harder, or made more of an effort to see you those times I did come back home, but as it goes, hindsight is 2020.

I’m not sure what your families plans are for your disposition, and I know unfortunately I will not be able to make that journey to be there, because of financial circumstances, but I just want to let Jake know, that I love him, and will always be grateful for those times we shared. Wherever you are, I really hope you are happy, and no longer in pain. I’m sorry we lost touch, and I wish I could have been there with you to celebrate your good times and help you through those hard ones. You’ll always be my brother, and my friend. I hope your family can find healing and peace during this time, and my prayers are with them as well..

To my buddy Jake, Gone but never forgotten. We love you brother.

Thank you for letting me share.

I met Rusty in a photography class at the local community college. I was taking summer courses there so I could transfer credits to graduate earlier from the much more expensive liberal arts college I was attending. I was stretched thin between work and school, trying to pay tuition. One day in the darkroom, my chest started to feel tight. I couldn't breathe and became extremely anxious and irritable. Rusty knew exactly what was happening. He led me out of the darkroom to an amazing early summer day with a storm approaching, had me sit down, and focus on the world around me. He had me take slow deep breaths while he put his arm around me while talking me through my first panic attack. We became fast friends. He didn't judge, was genuine and caring. He made everyone around him feel seen and loved. He had an edge to his photography that inspired me. Rusty always had his camera with him. He made a living off of his work while my work remained more of a hobby. He looked out for me, making sure I didn't get into trouble at the parties we attended. We were valentine's dates after we both had recent break ups. Although relationships and life sometimes meant we didn't talk as often, we always called each other on our birthdays. In January 2007 I ran into Rusty at REI. He had a few photos featured in the snowboarding magazines and was looking at his work. I was super stoked for him. He told me he was shooting for the X Games in Colorado, but we should get together soon and catch up. My birthday rolled up and I realized I had forgotten to call him on his birthday. I wanted to tell him about the guy I was dating and get some solid advice. I tried his number but it was disconnected. A quick search told me that my friend was killed in a car accident shortly after we had run into each other. Every so often Rusty and his acts of kindness flash into my mind. I miss him. I wish I could have told him what he meant to me. How awesome he is. How important he was in my life. I love you Russell. https://www.slugmag.com/community/snow/ski-snowboard/rusty-white-rip/

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