Life is too short.
Warning: extreme downer content. Please ignore this rant if you want to.
I found out last Thursday that my ex-boyfriend Michael passed away. I'm going through pictures of mine to send to his parents... I wish I could say I'm sorry to him one more time, even though I said it for three years straight before I gave up trying anymore to win back his trust and friendship. He could hold a grudge like no one else I ever knew, though it was well deserved in my case. Even though we weren't speaking anymore I will still miss him very much, he was a big part of my life at a time when my growing pains tore us apart.
He taught me that every day is a gift, and we need to fill each one with as much as we possibly can. You never know when it will be too late to start living. The fact that he knew his time was short and yet he spent so many of his days with me makes me truly grateful, no matter how hard it was to be with him. He was diagnosed with type one diabetes when he was about two years old, and it made everyday life that much harder. I think we all knew the day would come when it would take him away from us, but I never expected it to be this soon. He was only 28 years old.
He taught me that every day is a gift, and we need to fill each one with as much as we possibly can. You never know when it will be too late to start living. The fact that he knew his time was short and yet he spent so many of his days with me makes me truly grateful, no matter how hard it was to be with him. He was diagnosed with type one diabetes when he was about two years old, and it made everyday life that much harder. I think we all knew the day would come when it would take him away from us, but I never expected it to be this soon. He was only 28 years old.
There's nothing to say or do that will make losing him any better, I just wish his family didn't hate me so I could call them and tell them how sorry I am for everything.
I wish I had been more grown up - more mature - when I met him. I don't think I could have been with him for a long time, but at least I wouldn't have been the stupid nineteen year old who broke his heart and then spent two more years doing everything I could to try to make it up to him.
I can't help but blame myself in some way. I know that the same thing could have happened any time he was home alone for a long period of time, but I still feel responsible. Because he moved out of his parents house to live with me, and because I left him all alone when I moved out. I always wished he would move back home or at least get a roommate so there would be someone there when he needed help, but he stubbornly refused.
He was always so stubborn, but he was strong in his convictions and beliefs, and I admired him for that. I doubt I will ever be as strong as he was. I will try to remember the happy times and forget all the bad stuff. He loved cooking and playing games of all kinds. He danced so silly and didn't care who was watching. He cared so much about everyone, maybe too much, but I don't know if he ever knew how much we all cared about him. Maybe we never tried hard enough to show it. I wish I could pretend that his death isn't affecting me as much as it is, but I feel horrible about how we treated eachother during and after the four years we were together. Neither of us could ever get our points across no matter how hard we tried, and it made us angry and bitter and destructive towards one another.
I hope that he is at peace now, and I hope his family will find peace someday. I know that when someone close to you dies, it feels like it's never going to go away... But memories fade and feelings become fuzzier and one day you wake up and it's almost all gone except for the good parts that we don't ever want to forget. I'm sorry for writing all this sad stuff on here, but I just needed to get it off my chest. I think I will write his parents a letter to send with the pictures, even though I'm sure they won't want to hear from me, if only to say I'm sorry.
I've learned a lot from all this:
If you love someone, tell them.
If you don't love them anymore, tell them. Before something bad happens or you do something stupid.
Never stop communicating with people, even if it's hard, because what we don't say is what comes back to haunt us.
Be thankful for every day and for every person in your life because they all matter so much more than we care to think about.
It's okay to be sorry.
Thanks for listening to me, I feel a little better now. And I promise I will be back very soon with more of the usual happier subjects. Right before I found out about Michael I was going to post my recipe for the green tomato pickles because they came out so incredibly good. I will be back soon to pick up where I left off, I just have a little bit of adjusting to do. We will all be all right.
I'm so sorry Chase. I'm not sure what else to say. You're in my thoughts though...
ReplyDeletei am so sorry as well... made me cry...
ReplyDeleteI jusy wanted to say that you may be ASSUMING too much... based on the oppinions of others...
Sometimes those oppinions are bias (based on our own hurts,emotional or told at a time when we are filled with grief (or shock) and not thinking straight about how they will affect the other person)...
We need to give others the benefit of the doubt... and get OUR INFO. from the source ...not second hand oppinions...you know what i mean...been there ,done that!
It is said that "time heals all wounds"... but IN TRUTH some are slower to heal than others
I LOVE YOU ...DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP... XXX/OOO
Chase, I'm so sorry you're going through this. This past summer my ex-boyfriend passed away as well- it sounds like a very similar situation. It is so hard to not feel guilty for even the smallest infractions! And it's weird too, to have moved on and be in a new relationship, yet mourning a past love. Let me know if I can help at all!
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