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The Deaths of close friends. One of the hardest things to reconcile with the concept of a benevolent Deity. If you succeed in this, tell me how.
------------------ "When we turn our back on our principles, we stop being human." -- Janeway, "Equinox"
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First: Not really the time for this sort of thing is it?
Sunspot: My condonlences (for whatever they are worth) What did he die of?
Still, you should be happy that you had the chance ot know your great-grandparents at least. I'm sure many people (me included) never met them... And the death of elderly relatives, although tragic, is to be excepted. It's when someone dies who is still young, that is a true tradegy.
------------------ "In my defence that bush is actually quite big" -M the F
[This message was edited by PsyLiam on June 19, 1999.]
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Fuck, that's my age...Sunspot, I'm really sorry to hear that. This is a massive downer.
------------------ Josh: I think they're getting to know each other a bit too well, if you catch my drift. Me: Oh, I agree. I think they're spending too much time together, that is of course, if you catch my drift. Asher: I think he's *ucking her, and he's cheating on his wife, and he's risking his marriage, and if his wife finds out about it she'll leave him and take their son, and his life will be ruined. If you catch my drift...
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First: I know, and I didn't mean to upset you. I just thought that a comment like that might start another religious argument, and that now wasn't an especially appropriate time for that sort of thing.
------------------ "In my defence that bush is actually quite big" -M the F
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Sunspot: I have had to deal with grief a few times in my life.
It's never a cakewalk. Anyone who says it is it lying or deluded.
When I was 13, my sister died in what might have been an accident, or may have been a suicide. I never learned many of the details.
My biggest mistake was staying in denial for so many years. I never voluntarily spoke to anyone about it until I was eighteen.
It's as if I didn't talk about it, I was preserving the chance that one day I would wake up and discover it was only a bad dream.
It didn't work out that way. Instead, I became very sensitive to criticism and was easily provoked to tears, not a characteristic every high-school male wants to cultivate. I was trying to grieve but wouldn't let myself.
The death of a friend hurts. Grieve. The only way to really stop the pain is to pour it out until you're empty.
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