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At times like these, all you can do is simply stay by his side. That alone is enough to aid him through his time of need. The rest, he’ll learn to live with over the course of time.

Just be there for him, stay beside him and help him walk and understand when he ask. He will come around, But if you see something going on with him and its not right get help for him.

Sky, I know Tator and Mikozee has already said it, but I will again, you need to stay by him in this terrible moment in his life hon. Make sure he knows that you are here for him. He will feel so much better. It will hurt still, alot, but it will lift the pain slightly. :D

Hmm.. sounds like she is blaming you for what you have become…. not right. Who you are is not needed to be questioned. Does she even know what is happening now? Then this is not your fault honey. She does sound like she wants to know what is wrong, though giving you 100 questions is not the right aproach I believe. Did you tell her that you are dont feel like talking at the moment? Im glad to hear that you will be with your friend though this. He will need you so much, and to have you by his side will make him feel better. You are a good friend Sky hon. :)

When I was 18, my best friend’s dad died. I can remember the moment that I saw him afterward as vividly as if it were yesterday, but it was 31 years ago. It was the same day that Elvis Presley died. (if my years aren’t right, sue me) It was a blistering hot August day and I raced to my friend’s house, and jumped out of my car. He walked across the yard and cried in my arms. He was in terrible pain. He had been very close to his dad, but also under his thumb. His dad was a hard person to please.

Things were tighter financially after that for him. But he made it, his mom and brother and sister all made it and had families of their own. His mom remarried and was happier than in her first marriage.

Do what you can to comfort your friend. Listen. Try not to lose touch. He’ll be okay. Up close, death is always awful. But it can’t rule the living.

It is probibly because of the stress at the moment sweety, I agree. I know that if something really bad happens to me and my brother tells me that hes not leaving NH yet Ill yell at him, but i know its not his fault, nor mine. I hope this does get better soon hon. its a time thing again. Thats the only healer at this moment that can really help this.

I cant get my ex’s fathers death out of my mind either, it will stay there. But I do want it to go away, its not a plesent memory either. ::hugs:: It gets lighter though, feelings I mean.

Okay honey. Im sorry I couldnt help further, yes, taking your mind off it may help. Ill talk with you tommarow then okay? Good night honey. Sweet dreams.

Sorry about how bad this is,im really tired i just… wanted to give you something and theres not much i can do to help people whne they are really down.. this is my way of trying…

((Im not that proud of it.. i hope it meens somethign tho))

A tattered brown owl sits alone
Its perch always the same
For so long it has felt the dead cold of night
So long has it hunted in the dark
Wise thoughts wasted on an empty wood
Bright eyes dimming in the monotony of it all
The barnyard that was its home, a bright and sunny place…
Ever corrupted by the dark of each passing moon
Such young years should never have weighed so heavy
But the darkened fields, they made his eyelids droop… his head weary
A predator with dulled claws, unable to endure
Its mind alone was left, and its thoughts far from what they should be

And yet one night it heard a voice, and its ragged ears perked
A nightingales soft song
It brought joy to the owl, it brought hope
It was a beautiful thing really
Sunshine in the night and a friend in the day
So far away was that ever chirping bird,
But soon the owls eyelids did not droop so low… its claws were sharp
Its tattered and mottled feathers held a new light
And then the songs grew sad…but in their lament did the owl only see beauty heightened
It hurt him though, it was too strong… too dark… too deep…
It would find that songbird, it would show it that there was nothing to be sad about…
It would repay the kindness that had saved it
But the woods were big, and the bird was fast and free
The owl could not find its companion, the owner of the voice whose song had forever left its mark…
It could only listen, listen with perked ears… as the songs ranged, dipped and rose and fell and jumped.. and somewhere, somewhere it hoped… was a friend
A friend who would always have two ears raised in the darkness
A songbird who was not alone

That’s beautiful Snar.

Thats beautiful Snar.

hahaha! sorry! its the truth though. :D

Red_Sky wrote:
Snar…I..thank you.

your welcome :)

sansceriph wrote:
That’s beautiful Snar.

Thankyou both but this is her post and I dont wanna accept too many compliments or make this into something about me, its not about me or my poem. ITs about red and what shes going thru and I think we can all tell her that… shes not alone and shes not lost. She has us :).

I agree Snar dear. She does have us, very much too.

Shouldn’t someone play a song now?