Elgoucho9, Trust me I know that feeling. my dad died August 12 of this year. He fell down about 20 feet away from me and cracked his skull open that led to a chain of events that killed him. He was in bad shape medically and mentally before this. My little sister died of a drug overdose november of 2016 of a perscription drug overdose. She was epileptic and had other medical problems. She was a bit dark and wrote alot and it was ruled a suicide( I disagree) She took a lot of benzos because just about every other med for her condition either didn't work or had nearly killed her. My mother died of complications of cirrhosis of the liver, probably from acetaminophen mostly from meds that had contained it, but not the main drug. Kind of like those codeine pills they sell OTC in the UK. I hear people who abuse them without, somehow removing the acetaminophen or, I forget but they call it, something different, it begins with a p,
had it for pain and such and then she began drinking late in life, she died november 2015. She had all sorts of painful medical problems
Those 2 deaths destroyed my dad but he was strong emotionally. In May he put a living trust together to help me, he had a host of medical problems, and going senile. He wanted to die, which made it easier on me. When he did. My mom and sister were miserable also. One small dysfunctional family. We should have been wealthy, but at least I have a house, a decent newer car and some money, that I hope will last till I die from cirrhosis. I was given a year to live without a liver transplant, that was almost 8 years ago. My pancreas gives me problems. I have to force myself to eat. I didn't want to drive everyday for 6 months to piss into a cup, to make sure I wasn't drinking before they would put me on the organ donor list. Driving to Detroit everyday without a handgun carry permit, I decided I rather die. My mom died then things went bad for me and soon after her death I spent about 3 weeks in the hospital. It was just before I turned 40. For most of time I had a private room which was nice. My writing is a bit scattered, it is early for me and the pills haven't kicked in. They are not recreational, but some could be, and lately I have been fighting the urge to misuse them.
My parents and I didn't have a hugh age gap 20 and 21 years. My sister was 29 when she died. My mom and sister were found dead in the house I sit alone in everyday, most of the day. I have errands and stuff to do.
Trust me, I know the pain, my little sister was my best and only friend and only sibling. My parents could be cold, but I got along better before they died. My mom was sort of my drinking buddy for a while. At home in front of the Television. We were a miserable family with few friends, other than my sisters friends online. She could not tolerate the sunlight, no she wasn't a ginger or someone who couldn't get a tan. I use to joke that she was a vampire. She had issues that were not her fault that kept her from a normal life. She was very smart, until her first big grand Mal seizure. She wasn't stupid, but not nearly as sharp as she once was. She had all sorts of issues and my parents supported both of us. They knew I was a disfunctional drunk, however I could control when I drank, so I could be useful to them. I've always been sort of an anti social loner. Now that I am truly alone, I miss them.
No family anywhere close. Michigan alone is probably over half the size of the UK. I never know what to call your country, one person got mad when I said England, and I think another said the UK is more than just Britian. Or vice versa They are right, of course.
I hope you will not let our strong political differences be a problem. That ain't what this thread is for. Yes, I know that you know that.
I had friends when I was younger, but none who were very close ever died, except my sister.
You are working out, that is really good. Me, I use to work out when I was younger
I am too sad and depressed to do much of anything. It is ok for a man to cry, about the death of someone they cared about. I saw the pictures of your friend, he seemed to look like a happy, really nice guy. I hate to admit this but reading what you said, and seeing his picture actually made my a few tears come out, even though I have never met him or know anything other than what you wrote. Yea it is sad when an old person you care about dies, but when they are young it is tragic.