A boy I went to highschool with passed away today after along battle with cancer. I knew he was sick, but I still couldn't face the fact that this might happen. I never thought it would, to tell you the truth, because he was always a fighter, always strong. He was one of the few people I knew that had a true sense of self.
I hate that I have to introduce him as 'a boy I went to high school with' because I'd love to say he was a friend, but to say that, I'd have to have been a friend to him, which I wasn't. I was in school I guess, but that was three years ago now. He was a beautiful person inside and out and I feel awful I didn't put in an effort to meet up with him before he died.
I can only hope that his family finds solace in the mountains of support that their friends and family have for them.
Has anyone else out there been affected by the death of someone, more than they thought they'd be?
Rest in peace beautiful man. May you be in a better place, and may your family heal quickly from the loss of you.
Cody - a boy that did everything beautifully. JP xx