|
I had a friend I went to highschool with die last september. We weren't really close, but I worked with him and he was a pretty cool guy. Really nice guy who'd always do a favour for ya if you needed.
It turns out he was beaten to death when he moved to Calgary. I think it might have had something to with his family. He came from a fairly disturbed native family which was sort of typical of the town I came from. I was at his house a few times, and you could see the problems with drugs and crime going on there. It's just sad because he was really honest one there, who actually had a job and stayed away from drugs. And he's the one who's dead now.
Just sad. It's weird to think about death. That you will never see this person ever again. Kinda strange to think about. Sometimes I wonder what he's doing, then I remember he's dead. It always takes me a while to grasp the fact that he's gone forever.
|