Have u ever lost a best friend?

Question

I have a really good best friend... she's been sick all her life and nobody knows what she has. but now its day by day and they know she's going to die...
she's only 14!!!
Did u ever loose a close friend?

opps loose ... i ment lose*

Answer 1

Twenty years ago a friend of mine said to me... 'thanks for being a good friend Rob'.

He gassed himself in his parents garage 20 Min's later, on Mothers Day.

I was the last person to speak to him.

I am so sorry your friend is dieing, you both have my best wishes.

My friend was 18.

Any illness that kills you is sad, but life is for the living.

Good luck & God bless.

Answer 2

Yes, this has happend to me at age 12, my best friend was 14 and she died of a brain tumor. And to top that off, she used to babysit her little 2 1/2 year old niece and she died two days after. I don't remember what she died off, but it was the worst experience of my young life. The family was devastated. I am now old and I remember the flowers I threw down into the grave, they were sweet peas and the wreath my parents had bought was full with red roses. Strange how things stay fresh in your mind as if it happend yesterday.
I am so sorry that you have to go through this.

Answer 3

Yes one of my best friends died in a car wreck the day after she turned 18. We were in 12th grade. I was not with her when the wreck happened. She wasn't sick. We expected to live a long time. Things in my life changed after she died. I started living each day like it was the last one.

I am sorry about your best friend, Please continue to go by and see her if you can. My mother died 25 years ago and her best friend could not bring herself to go by and visit my mother/her friend. It hurt my mother very much. She needed to see her friend of 14 years. My mother had lost her hair and didn't look the same but she was only 44 when she died of cancer. I will pray for your friend, her family and also you. God Bless

Answer 4

Sorry to hear about your friend,
try to spend as much time as you can
with her. It may not be easy to see her
suffering, but she needs you close to her
to help comfort the pain & fear she might
be feeling.

My grandma was my best friend,
she passed away in 1998 at age 85 : (

I also lost the one true love of my life
to cancer in April of 2005 : (

Both losses caused me to be very depressed
for many months, and it's not likely I will ever
feel truly happy again without them.

I wish you & your friend the best : )

Answer 5

Yes- in 4th grade a friend down the street from me died. She had a hole in her heart and was always very sick. She could only play quiet games- but I was happy to hang with her.
Her name was Brenda- and I still think of her today.

Answer 6

yes i had a sister die at 13 years old from leukemia....but i lost a best friend,she went out with my baby's dad and so the friendship was over...she hurt me real bad....but death is a hard thing to take in this world...i have lost many loved ones though in the last few years...the worst though is losing your parents....

Answer 7

yes i did n he was only 17

Answer 8

You have my thoughts. I'm so sorry. You have to see the beauty in the short life she had and what she has left.

Answer 9

Yes, when I was in high school my best friend died while swimming. I still think about him.

Answer 10

It was and still is very difficult for me. I've lost three very dear buddies. I never got to say good-bye.

One was during Viet Nam, back during the 60s, we used to work together at the same place and we'd hang out after work. He came from Nam during X-mas and we partied and had fun with his family. He left and he sent me a nice card with a photo of his buddies from Nam. I wrote him a few letters but he never replied. That summer, I went to where we used to work and was informed that when he got to Nam, he stepped off a helicopter and stepped on a mine.

Another buddy, he was more like my son, really, almost died in my arms in 1988. We used to work together at his family owned Driving School. His half-brother's father (same mother, different fathers) saw him with his own girlfriend and thought it was the other guy's wife... (they were both the same height, similar build, and both wore their hair in a ponytail...) and the father of the other guy gave him a gun to "be a man and defend (his) honor, like a MAN." I was present when the shooting took place, and everyone ran away. I grabbed my buddy, not knowing how seriously hurt he was and yelled, "RUN!" and I chased after the other guy as he shot his wife three times. She fell and the shooter stood by her and pointed the gun to her head; I grabbed it and we fought for the gun; he hit me in the face with the gun, my stomach and he turned and tried to shoot me in my chest. I turned the gun that was still in his hands and he shot himself in his eyebrow. I managed to bodyslam him to the street pavement and the gun fell into my right hand small finger and two police officers materialized from nowhere; I gave one the gun and went to my buddy, who had collapsed in a nearby store, mortally wounded. My buddy died while en route to the hospital later. My First Aid efforts failed me. The s.o.b. plea-bargained but was released last ) October 2005, and deported to his country. What's to prevent him from returning here illegally as so many have done?

I went to the funeral, of course. I put his favorite book in his coffin, "Only The Brave Die Young." I never told him how proud I would have been if he had been my son, or at least related to me.

I wrote a few letters to my older brother. In over 20 years we rarely spoke. I never mailed the letters. I had someone who took shots at me to prevent me from testifying in my buddy's murder trial. My brother was going through his own problems. He committed suicide and I never got to tell him that I admired him, that I looked up to him, and that I loved him. I often wonder if my letters would have made a difference, and he would still be alive. He had so many friends and people that admired him and loved him, his three children, for example. Our mother. I never got to speak with him. No one knew of his emotional suffering and his torments; depression is a b i t c h.

I attended my brother's funeral. So many childhood memories came back to haunt me. I never quite got to say what I should have said, that I admired him, that I looked up to him and I loved him.

Listen, you have an opportunity to be with your friend. Please visit and reassure your friend that she is not alone. Tell your friend that you love her. Tell her that everyone misses her. Help her find courage to get better. Or, help her find acceptance, comfort and peace in her final moments. The only thing you can do is BE a friend. You will never regret that, I promise. Speak with her and tell her of what is going on around the neighborhood, at school, etc. She wants to hear those things. Be a friend.