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 Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 8:45 pm
I'm sorry to hear that, sounds rough hopefully it won't be too hard on him.
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:18 pm
Awww! *huggles Ihabia* That sucks. Flesh eating disease is something you never really think anyone will get. It's odd. Having like 2 days to live definitely sucks too. Two months would be alright, time enough to see everyone one last time, but two days... sad
*sigh*
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 9:41 pm
Yeah, that's what hit me the most. That he only has two days left. Maybe half a day now. Maybe more, who knows....
Like Joby said, I just hope he doesn't suffer.
My dad, who I saw for the first time since christmas this morning, flew out to ontario to see him before he dies. It's too bad he didn't have the time or capability of being able to visit my grandmother, who I'm sure will be completely heartbroken over it. There's just nothing but death all the time from that side of the family, it seems.
I'm not sure if I'm lucky I hardly know anyone on that side or not.
I'm not sad though, maybe I should be. Death has, strangely, never made me get overly upset. Maybe just cause there's been no one really close to me who's died. Hopefully that will never change.
I really don't know why I'm posting about this. It's a pretty depressing topic. But considering how it affects everyone at some point in their lives, I'd say it's a valid thing to discuss.
And to discuss, anyone can talk about anything they want. I don't know what topics in particular would be best for talking about, so just say whatever comes to mind. Don't even talk about it at all, that's fine too, really. Not everyone will want to, I'm sure.
Anyway, enough jabbering from me for the night, I need to sleep!
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Posted: Wed May 03, 2006 10:13 pm
The only family death that comes to my mind was my great-grandmothers when I was...oh...8 I'd say. Seemed to shrug that off pretty easily, though. My family, we're a tenacious bunch. Won't die that easily. >:3
Nevertheless, my heart goes out to you, Ihab.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:09 am
Thanks, but like I said , I don't know him very well, and I'm not really very affected by it. I'm more worried about how my dad and grandmother are going to take it.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 11:24 am
I know what its like to lose some1.....I lost my father at the age of 7..........
I dont know many well in this guild but i wish u well Ihabia
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 1:06 pm
There isn't too much death in my family I guess. About one person a year, and usually someone I've never met before. It's always on my mom's side too. o.O
Yeah, the one year I totally remember is 1997. My grandpa died a few days before father's day in his sleep, and my second cousin drowned in the flood of the century saving another kid. I was closer to the cousin than my grandpa (he spoke one sentence to me in all my life, and it still pisses me off to this day. I had skinned the inside of my thighs at a playground, and so was rightfully crying -I was 6 or something- when he piped up and said "Don't be such a baby, it doesn't hurt that much" stare )
I didn't cry at either funeral.
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 10:34 pm
The New Year doesn't appear to be one for family. My condolances are extended to you and your family, friend.
My uncle's brother recently drowned himself. His first attempt was at slitting his own wrists and throat, which he nearly got away with, but was foiled by a timely ambulence call. They were 'fortunate' they could save him at the hospital, despite all the blood he had lost. My uncle and his other brothers then devoted days upon days with a man who seemed to be recovering with a positive outlook on life.
Then he just ran into the ocean and drowned himself.
I don't know what can compel a man, with children, to do such a thing. To have suffered such a horrific wound, and then have the audacity to shove his own head under the water - without a weight/rope - and drown himself. He was intent on dying, and that's what he did. The family was baffled. My uncle, the strongest man I've ever met, is suffering a depression so severe that he had to visit the mental hospital for treatment. I think he also worries over his daughter - my cousin - who has to deal with diabetes, being deaf, and now the addition of seizures. She's more ambitious and outgoing than even I am, but what kind of future awaits someone with disasterous medical bills like those?
People perplex me sometimes. There are men and woman, like Ihabia's uncle, that live and fight to live. That struggle through diseases such as cancer because they want to see another dawn. Who accept that pain, while sometimes crippling, does not diminish the most valuable resource we have. Then, there are those who make the conscious decision to end their own lives.. to disregard what precious time they have. It goes beyond disrespect for me. I cannot comprehend justification, aside from physical agony, to support such foolish action.
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 10:06 am
As always, your little speeches are eloquent and thought provoking, D. heart
Ihabia, sometimes the venting on the internet is the best way to deal with stuff like this. You get an objective audience who can give you an outside perspective and give you many different viewpoints. Gaia in particular has brought me some of the best friends I could ever have hoped for, and makes it easy to find a friend somewhere at any time of day. So don't worry about venting here. We're more than willing to listen and offer advice. 3nodding *hugs* I'm glad you're alright, and I hope your family is too.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 4:46 pm
Deimos The New Year doesn't appear to be one for family. My condolances are extended to you and your family, friend. My uncle's brother recently drowned himself. His first attempt was at slitting his own wrists and throat, which he nearly got away with, but was foiled by a timely ambulence call. They were 'fortunate' they could save him at the hospital, despite all the blood he had lost. My uncle and his other brothers then devoted days upon days with a man who seemed to be recovering with a positive outlook on life. Then he just ran into the ocean and drowned himself. I don't know what can compel a man, with children, to do such a thing. To have suffered such a horrific wound, and then have the audacity to shove his own head under the water - without a weight/rope - and drown himself. He was intent on dying, and that's what he did. The family was baffled. My uncle, the strongest man I've ever met, is suffering a depression so severe that he had to visit the mental hospital for treatment. I think he also worries over his daughter - my cousin - who has to deal with diabetes, being deaf, and now the addition of seizures. She's more ambitious and outgoing than even I am, but what kind of future awaits someone with disasterous medical bills like those? People perplex me sometimes. There are men and woman, like Ihabia's uncle, that live and fight to live. That struggle through diseases such as cancer because they want to see another dawn. Who accept that pain, while sometimes crippling, does not diminish the most valuable resource we have. Then, there are those who make the conscious decision to end their own lives.. to disregard what precious time they have. It goes beyond disrespect for me. I cannot comprehend justification, aside from physical agony, to support such foolish action. I believe at one time I said 'Dying is for emo kids'. I find that I cannot bring myself to truly hate any living thing, to look upon another sentient being with such a sense of loathing. So, I turn my attention to the deceased, and I find that those who commit suicide are the ones I truly despise. Perhaps because the act itself is so dispicable, or perhaps because of the weakness in that persons heart that lead them to do the deed. I don't know what it is, but I will never forgive those who take their own lives. It may seem silly to direct such feelings at a corpse, but that's just the way I see it. No matter what the situation, no matter how bleak the future looks, there is always hope. There is always a light at the end of the tunnel. It's this mindset that has pushed me forward and shaped me into who I am.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 5:38 pm
People who can't respect life, their own lives, shouldn't have to.
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Posted: Sat May 06, 2006 7:07 pm
Well.
I'm sorry for your guys' losses.
Terribly sorry.
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 5:58 pm
The Riddle Lyrics
by Gigi D'agostino
I got two strong arms
Blessings of Babylon
With time to carry on and try
For sins and false alarms
So to America the brave
Wise men save
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
I got plans for us
Nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you
It's not me you see
Pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
But he'll never
Never fight over you
I got time to kill
Sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Wise men's child
i wanted to post this because to me it is about this stupid war on terrisiom(sp) and frankly if kids choose to become "emo" then that is there choice just dont brag about it ok ...anyways downloade the song it is very catchy and the lyrics are good i guess xD
heart blaugh heart
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Posted: Sun May 07, 2006 8:50 pm
i lost my grandpa when i was 18.
(time was up, i guess.)
we weren't THAT close or anything,
but in my childhood years
he turned me into a coffee addict. :B
..all was well in a somewhat good
and very memorable way hehe.
<3
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Posted: Mon May 08, 2006 5:17 pm
Princess_Akimi This post is too long to quote, so I won't. Grrrrr...emos. >( In my experience, emos are generally a bunch of white suburban kids who think that a valid reason for depression is their room not being their favorite shade of black. stare
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