Three Years Later

A very good friend of mine committed suicide three years ago this past Memorial Day. I've come a long way. I was hurt and sad. I didn't feel like I would ever be ok again. Now, I'm doing a lot better. Although I am still sad that I have lost my friend, I am also angry and mad. There were other ways out of his situation. Now, I feel he took the coward's way out. He left behind people that love him. He left people that need him. But he didn't stop to think about those people. He was being selfish. He only thought about himself. Now, three years later, I've come to terms with what he has done. I am a lot better. I still think about him every day. I still talk to him sometimes like he is still around. But I don't cry every time I hear a song on the radio that reminds me of him. I don't yell at him every time I could really use his ear or shoulder. Or when I need something done around the house. I'm learning to do things myself. He was an electrian. I'm not doing that but I'm learning other things that he use to help me with when he could....like how to change an outlet. I'm doing much better. I will always miss him. He was a very dear friend. Rest In Peace John.