losing a schoolmate, it's a new feeling... Options

[aud_chua]

i found out this morning that my shoolmate died as he was getting his tux for prom.. i was really shocked cuz he wasn't a bad guy at all.. he was really cool with everybody.. he wasn't associated with any gangs....
it's the first time that someone i knew died.. i never experienced this kind of loss before.. i don't know how to feel... he wasn't really a close friend.. but i feel bad that he's gone..
it just makes me realize how unpredictable life is... how easy life can slip away..
has anyone experienced the loss of a loved one or friend.... or just someone you knew?? how do you cope with it...?

[rOckThISshYt]

*sniffle* im kinda goin through it rite now. jus recently i found out that mai aunty has cancer n onli has one more month to live  n tha prob ish dat i dun noe how to cope with it cuz i neva experienced some1 i knew dying 

a close friend of the family had breast cancer a couple of years ago. it came back. she didn't tell anyone. not even her kids, and now she's gone. she died a couple months ago. she was such a great lady. she was so fun and exciting, she was beautiful and outragous, she was the definition of woman. but before that, my uncle died. not my real uncle, but he was one of the closest. he got murdered. him and alice (^^) went to the prom together and knew each other through childhood until now. they're gone. anger still floods through me and tears eat away at me. i can't let go. i want to spit in gods' face for doin this to me and my family. i want to wring that guy's neck who killed a huge part of the community and someone everyone loved. he was the best artist, poet, husband, and dad i ever knew. his f*cking daughter was six. what the hell was on that guys mind when he shot my uncle straight in the stomach. nothing. he was high. my uncle did nothing. he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but he would have taken that bullet for anyone else there in that club house. he was part of wheels of soul. my aunt has to go through terrible pain when the court case comes up. i remember watching her cry. i remember waking up to her screams when i spent the nights over her house. how could any human do this to someone on purpose. i hope he f*cking rots in hell as the devil's personal slave. i hope the devil gives me a special invitation to go down there and kick the shit out of him. but uncle jerome would never think that way. he'd say, the damage is already done. there's nothing you or anyone else can do anymore. he never wanted violence. he wanted piece, love, and a drug-free environment for everyone everywhere. god, this is still so hard.


pee ess:: how did this kid die?