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i found out today, that last night my favorite teacher died in hospital last night... and they won't tell us why and it's beginning to really piss me off.... anyway i guess the point of this thread is going to be... i don't quite know how to word this as it is really hard to focus right now... but... tell me about anyone you've lost... and stuff like that...

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~ A Hero Is Someone Who Stands When Their Legs Are Gone~

I'm sorry to hear about your loss, Zechs *hugs* I know it's hard when a teacher, or anyone else close to you like that, that seems sort of immortal, dies.

When I was in grade 10, back in 1997 or so, my band teacher died. He was a really, really great teacher; his son was one of my classmates, so there was always a sort of family atmosphere in the class. He was really funny, and knew how to get our attention.

On a weekend in late winter, I got a call from someone from band saying that Mr. Voye, my band teacher, had died from a heart attack. I can't remember who the person was, but she told me that I should tell anyone else that I encountered who was close to him about the news, if they didn't already know. I was pretty much in shock, then. Mr. Voye was always kind of overweight, but he seemed well enough in shape. He seemed like the sort of person who would live on and on, and he was only in his 40s.

I remember just sort of walking around in the house in a daze, and telling my mom about it. And leaning over a counter in the kitchen, watching my tears land on the counter and crying. I was pretty useless for the rest of the day. One of my friends who wasn't in band, but who knew Mr. Voye, called me to try and talk about it, but I wasn't very talkative.

We had a huge memorial ceremony at the school, and I also went to his funeral and wake. My younger sister was, and is, close friends with Mr. Voye's daughter (who was to be in his band class in two years), so my sisters and I (My older sister was in band, too) spent a lot of time crying over it, and talking.

When I look back, though, he was an excellent teacher, and he taught a lot of people. Without his influence, without his teaching, some people probably wouldn't be where they are right now. I think of him sometimes still, and I'm thankful that he was my teacher, if only for about half a year.

This post has been edited by Elena99 on 20th May 2004 20:11

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I had an old signature. Now I've changed it.

Once, when I was like 3, my great grandma died. I was so sad I went to the funeral in Taiwan, but I drank too much of this sbrown stuff and passed out, so I basically missed it

Oh yeah, and all my 30 fish died

my ma died last october, 3 of my close friends parents died within the following two months, then my uncle.

not to mention graduates from my school are pretty much dropping like flies for various reasons.

its becoming repetitive. ive kinda gotten numb to it.

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You watch the world exploding every single night
Dancing in the sun, a newborn in the light
Say goodbye to gravity and say goodbye to death
Hello to eternity and live for every breath

Your time will come...

At the end of my 8th grade year my grandpa on my dad's side died of cancer. It was very sad.

When I was in 11th grade, my history teacher commmitted suiciide because he got accused of having a sexual relation with a student. To this day I don't believe the accusation and have heard some evidence from someone close to his family that he did not have such a relation. Some people think that if he hadn't done it he wouldn't have committed suicide. But I don't think that's true. Teaching was his life, maybe even more important than his wife or daughter. True or not he would have lost his license and his job and I don't think he could have bared that. Plus, it was part of some Celtic warrior thing. He was Irish and even fought in the IRA. We had a memorial service for him but the faculty tried to keep a memorial out of the yearbook for him. Let's just say the yearbook teacher let it slip by her notice and it somehow appeared in the yearbook anyway. Some people scorn the memory of people that have committed suicide, but I don't. I don't because, although it wasn't the right choice, I feel sadness thinking that the person thought that it was the only way out. It doesn't maket he person any less important or memorable.

The morning after my graduation from high school, my kitten got hit by a car. He wasn't even two year old yet. He'd have been 2 years old in exactly one month.

I don't remember but I think I was out of high school when my grandpa on my mother's side died. It was of old age. It was the day after my grandmother's birthday party.

I had been working at my first job for a year when my favorite Uncle died of cancer.

In March of last year my grandmother on my mother's side died. She was put in the hospital for pneumonia and asperating. She was on a breathing machine and one night she said she didn't want the machine on anymore and she died in 10 minutes from the time it was taken off of her.

On December 3, my cat of 18 years had to be put to sleep. I can't remember why. We had her cremated.

On December 25, my grandmother on my dad's side died of cancer.

I've dealt with a lot of death and I think this is the longest post I've ever written.

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Elena Indurain

Currently Playing: Suikoden II

That's really sad randyrhoads. I haven't really lost anyone close to me, but a girl who went to my school got hit by a drunk driver while walking with her friends. I decided to go to her funeral. When I saw her wax-like body lying there in the casket, it hit something in me. I just stood there and thought about mortality, and how any of us can go anytime.

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"It is a part of human nature to be evil, and it is a part of human nature to destroy evil, therefore, when evil is destroyed, so will be the human race..."
- Atma

Dude, I'm really sorry to hear that. When I was in the fifth grade, one of my friends fell down a flight of stairs and snapped his neck on the way down. It was a huge shock at the time, and I was still pretty young, I still didn't really understand death. It was a massive blow. I've recently lost an Uncle and a cousin in a car accident, which again was just such a ..strange..thing to happen. You'll be ok though, no one would want you to dwell on their death, especially not a teacher. Just be glad for the time you had together, and remember those good times.

I can't say I've ever lost a teacher, or someone in that range of people, but a loss is still a loss, feel better soon man.

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Okay, but there was a goat!

My cat when I was 7, I guess that is about it.

it may not seem like much but i lost 2 cats last summer within a month of each other. my one cat lacy was literally 20 years old, no joke. she was a loveable cat. and the other was a 20 pound fatso that did nothing but sit around and be happy. you could just sit there and pet him for hours. i also recently lost an uncle that i didn't know very well. it was the first funeral id ever been to and it was odd. i didn't really fit there because i was the only one who was not sad. well if it helps i know the pain of loss and its a beotch.

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I know how you feel...I have lost quite a few people that were close to me...once, my friend Michael died and when I went to his funeral it was open casket and I had to sit there and stare at his body through the whole thing... before it was over I was crying harder than I have ever cried before... it's a hard thing to get through when you loose someone you know and loved, so if you ever need someone to talk to I'm sure basically everone here will be here for you. Myself included.

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Climhazzard is the timeless evil robot who runs some of the cool stuff at CoN (mostly logging chat, since there are no quizzes at the moment), all the while watching and waiting for his moment to take over the world. -Tiddles

My grandfather died about two weeks ago. He'd been in and out of the hospital, but he'd just had surgery, and he was expected to recover. I was going to visit him that weekend. My mother and grandmother were with him; they'd left to get lunch, and when they came back, he was comatose. He died later that evening.

My boyfriend's car broke down, so I couldn't get out there for the funeral. It's weird, because it's like he's not really gone.

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Veni, vidi, dormivi.

I'm lucky, I guess. I've never had someone who's really close to me die. I've had some family members die (whom I didn't know very well), some people from my church have died, etc. No one really close to me. I've never been to a funeral, either.

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Wow. 1,000 posts.

I miss you all now that I'm in boarding school! ;_;

For a few months I had been working for my dad's construction company. It was really hard work in the middle of summer, but I liked it because it was hard work that didn't really require much thought, just pick up shit and throw it away. Not a lot of responcibility and I felt like I was actually doing something for a living. On tuesday June 25th 2002, I wasn't particularly liking work that day. It had gotten really hot and I didn't have access to my bottles of water, but it got better near lunch because my dad came by to visit and talk with the boss there. He left and I didn't have time to say hi. They day went by and I drove home, really tired. After I got home (I was living with my grandparents at the time), my grandma wanted to talk to me about something and lead me into my room. I thought she was going to give me more shit about it not being tidy and I was about to brush her off when she told me my mom had been shot.

I felt a lump in my stomach instantly. It didn't make sense to me just from a logical point of view. She lived out in the country and she worked at the hospital in Lodi, a small lil town in the middle of the valley where getting shot is pretty much unheard of. I couldn't see where she could get into a situation that would involve getting shot. I was about to ask where she was in the hospital when grandma said she died.

I went into the bathroom and just sat on the toilet seat for a while. Can't really remember what I was thinking about. The feeling was a lot like when I had dropped a toy train when I was very young. I watched the thing fall to the floor and it seemed like it was just floating in mid air, but for some reason I couldn't reach out and grab it, then it hit the floor. All I had to do was reach out and grab it, but I didn't and it broke. Like euphoria, except I was numb instead of happy.

My grandma died December of cancer. I went home in the middle of the week for a dentist appointment and they had to send her to the ER cause she was feeling so weak. I didn't think anything of it, she'd been in and out of the hospital for months now for check ups and stuph and just had surgery to have a heart plug put in. Day after the surgery she was walking around the house doing chores. The woman was amazing. You'd wouldn't believe just how strong of a spirit she had. Anyway, they sent her to the ER and I didn't find out till later that night that they didn't expect her to make it through to the morning. I cried a lot that night, which is something I hadn't done in a long long time. I didn't cry for mom because I was too scared too. But I cried then. Grandma made it through the night, in fact she made it through two weeks, which was two weeks longer than anyone thought possible. Everyone in my family visited her and was with her twenty four seven.
They sent her home after the first week since there was nothing they could do and it was better for her to be at home.

I held on to the hope that she would make it through longer than I think anyone else did. I didn't want to be the one who was afraid to hope. I didn't care what anyone else said, I wanted to believe she would make it if she wanted to, so I did.

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My uncle Bob died this past year of lung cancer. He was 70-something and basically a chain smoker. He was a brilliant man though. He was a high ranking officer on the USS Enterprise I guess, and was one of the first pilots to fly an F16. I guess he met JFK, and a whole mess of other stuff during his lifetime. I never really knew any of this until after he died, from old pictures and all he looked like he used to be a real badass.

Anyways, at his funeral they had the whole military procesion of the flag over his casket, and a 21 gun salute while playing Taps. It was unbelievably moving at the time.

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The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I should've known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone

-Atmosphere "Always Coming Back Home to You"

My HS Physics teacher died in a car accident shortly after transferring to a different school.

The NSI for our JROTC died toward the end of my junior year. Everyone loved him, and even when he was sick and getting treatment, he went along on all the trips and meets, acting as if there was nothing wrong with him. He died of some smoking-related thing.
The TV productions crew were supposed to give some sort of memorial slot to him, but it got bumped >_>

My cousin died because one day she and her friends decided to skip school, and whoever was driving decided to fool around (speeding, jerking the wheel, etc). It was an empty road. The car flipped and she was the only one who died. She was the family's favorite.

I can't really tell you much about how I felt at the times. Emotions aren't really something that are supposed to be articulated.

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"I had to write four novels before they let me write comic books."
-Brad Meltzer

When I was very young, below 4, my grandfather (from my father side) died. I'm still the only one on my generation with my cousin to remember him : the oldest memory I have, and I mean the oldest of all my memories, is his big belly, and his rounded face always smiling (my sisters don't remember him, one was too young and the other wasn't born yet).

I never knew my grandmother on my mother side, since she died before I was born. My other grandmother died when I was around 10, and my other grandfather died when I was in highschool : he was one of the greatest person I knew, and we looked a lot alike in our manners, being the only one left at table eating a banana, when everyone had already finished.

I always feel a little pinch, when anyone of my generation talks about their grandparents and great grandparents, being that I got to really know only one of mine, and not long enough to my liking.

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Emotions aren't really something that are supposed to be articulated.

You're not a big fan of poetry, right?

The most imporant case of death in my life was the death of my grandmother from my mother's side. It must've been about five years ago, and I remember feeling ashamed at the funeral. I saw all these people at the funeral, and they were all so sad where I was accepting the events. I felt guilty about not feeling such grieve myself. I pretented to be more sad then I in fact was because I was ashamed of myself.
Much later, I came to think that it's mostly the sad people around you that makes children sad at funerals. Unless it's somebody extremely close who they really miss around them, I don't think children below a certain age can comprehend the idea of 'Death'.



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The Collapse of Heaven and Earth

Quote (Mr Thou @ 22nd May 2004 06:47)

I always feel a little pinch, when anyone of my generation talks about their grandparents and great grandparents, being that I got to really know only one of mine, and not long enough to my liking.

Yeah, I know how that is. I only knew my grandpa from my dad's side until i was 10 or so. One of my grandma's died when i was a year old, the other when my dad was still a child. My other grandpa was one of your standard "walk-out on the family" jackasses when my mom was still a child. So I don't have any grand parents.

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The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I should've known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone

-Atmosphere "Always Coming Back Home to You"

my cat died and froze it was sad and cool but very wierd at that

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SEX is like a easy backoven you stick things in and hot steamy pleasuer comes out.

When I was 18 my best friend in high school died of a heart attack at the end of a race. He finished the mile, coming in 2nd in 4:34, which was amazing for the indoor meet (he had been all-state before, though, and was one of the favorites to win state in the 800.) But after finishing, he took about 5 steps and collapsed. This isn't unusual to see at the end of a race, but then he went into a seizure, and shortly thereafter his heart stopped. We found out later he had a history of heart problems when he was in Jamaica, but he moved here when he was 6 and hadn't had any problems since then. If there's a silver lining to that story, it's that that incident sparked an Illinois law that all high schools must have a defibrilator on hand.

My father was killed by a drunk driver a few months later (we weren't that close, I was much more upset by friend, but I still despise drunk drivers.)

A guy on my basketball team in middle and high school was shot shortly after that, but he had heavy gang affiliations, so he sort of brought it on himself.

A friend of mine from high school died of a heart attack our freshmen year in college. He went to U of I, and was just doing some push-ups or something before a fashion show when his heart stopped. There's an epidemic in the black community of heart problems, and it's really scary to see people die of heart attacks before they're twenty years old.

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Hip-Hop QOTW:

"Yeah, where I'ma start it at, look I'ma part of that
Downtown Philly where it's realer than a heart attack
It wasn't really that ill until the start of crack
Now it's a body caught every night on the Almanac"

"Game Theory"
The Roots

Back when I was really young like in kidengarten and 1st grade, my best friend had a problem with his heart. It was not where it was supposed to be, I am not exactly sure but I think it was on his right side instead of his left. Because of it he was so small and thin compared to the rest of us but he was the strongest person I have ever met. He died during a surgery to try and fix it when I was we were in the 1st grade and I will never forget it. Ever time I get a sprained ankle or my shoulder pops out I remember his strength and realize those are nothing compared to what he went through and I get my ass back in the game.

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