Since we just got our yearbooks i was looking through and i turned to the back to see my best friends picture. He died from a brain anursm and i cant even look at my yearbook now.
r/c: She's a complete mongral. Half Persian and half Egyptian street cat. Beautiful girl to look at, but completely crazy. Do you have one of your own?
r/c: Pep used to completely ignore me, but ever since her sister died, called Peps, she's become completely insatiable. Peps used to bite a lot, though at least she bit and scratched me a little bit less than the rest of the family.
And in the case of the pics, I found the image online. I talked to the artist and asked for permission to use it. That's what you have to do if you would like to use someone else's work.
r/c: It's also a good idea to cite who the artist is if you get permission.
Peps (the deceased one) hated everyone, whether they be man or beast. Scared all the animals around the estate so none of them would go near them. It did mean that at least we didn't have to worry about any other animals taking over our garden, but she started expanding her territory to the other gardens around the house. My neighbour was not amused because she kept taunting her dog.
And I apologise for not checking out your own entry until now, but if you don't mind me leaving a comment on it now... I can empathise. There were a few people who are in my yearbook who have also passed, when I was in school and after I graduated. It's harsh, and I tear up every time I look at their picture. But I always try to give myself a little lift by reminding myself that though they didn't live to old age, they did have a good life when they were alive. And I remember those good times with them.
r/c: Yes. There are always parts of your life that you keep from others, doesn't mean that you care about them less, it's just that everyone fits into different parts of it. Your family in one, with them only knowing parts of the rest of your life. It's part of growing up and becoming who you are. You still cared for your friend, even if you never shared knowledge of this friendship with your dad. Sometimes this is understood, sometimes it isn't. All that matters is that to you, Dominique was a friend and that you cared for him. Don't let your dad's response taint it.
All I can add is that I hope that I'm not making it more painful by speaking about it.
Everyone's lost someone at some point in their life, and everyone deals with it in their own way.
When my sister's friend died, I was completely torn up, but couldn't cry. I'd known her for years and my sister was bawling her eyes out with the Head of her year and another one of her school friends (she'd found out when she was at school), but I couldn't shed a tear. I still look at all the pictures my sister has of her friend in her room and tear up.
It still hurts and this happened when I was nineteen. I'm twenty-five now.
It's how you deal with the pain that will decide how you will take this in the years to come. If you don't mind me saying so, I hope you are looking after yourself. If you can't talk to your family, then find a confidant in a family friend, a friend or someone you trust but try to not keep it bottled inside. And even if you can't talk about it yet, then just find someone who can be there for you until you can. It really does help.
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