My story is...what's yours?

[PixieSunbelle]

My story is very different because the person I lost; I never acually met in person. My friend Nathan was a journalist for an online paper called Gay Fresno. He lived in Fresno, California. I live in PA.... so that would be why we didnt meet. His parents were devout Christians- his father was a Pastor.
Nathan's parents did not really accept him- or so he did not really think so..... so he was on several different anti-depressants; they were the cause of his death. I miss him... I think about him everyday. I take comfort in knowing that it was an accident and that he did not kill himself. But, I think of his promise and how we were supposed to one day meet and shop until we dropped. I never want to visit California....
I already hurt so much...
Nathan doesn't want me to hurt... he told me that many times. But, I cannot help it; now I just hurt more because he's gone. The one person who helped me through so much is gone. My best friend.
He is gone... and now.... I cry myself to sleep... I wake up crying- even though it has been 3 years since his death.

 

[PixieSunbelle]

My story is very different because the person I lost; I never acually met in person. My friend Nathan was a journalist for an online paper called Gay Fresno. He lived in Fresno, California. I live in PA.... so that would be why we didnt meet. His parents were devout Christians- his father was a Pastor.
Nathan's parents did not really accept him- or so he did not really think so..... so he was on several different anti-depressants; they were the cause of his death. I miss him... I think about him everyday. I take comfort in knowing that it was an accident and that he did not kill himself. But, I think of his promise and how we were supposed to one day meet and shop until we dropped. I never want to visit California....
I already hurt so much...
Nathan doesn't want me to hurt... he told me that many times. But, I cannot help it; now I just hurt more because he's gone. The one person who helped me through so much is gone. My best friend.
He is gone... and now.... I cry myself to sleep... I wake up crying- even though it has been 3 years since his death.

 

[Nilla]

My story is very different because the person I lost; I never acually met in person. My friend Nathan was a journalist for an online paper called Gay Fresno. He lived in Fresno, California. I live in PA.... so that would be why we didnt meet. His parents were devout Christians- his father was a Pastor.
Nathan's parents did not really accept him- or so he did not really think so..... so he was on several different anti-depressants; they were the cause of his death. I miss him... I think about him everyday. I take comfort in knowing that it was an accident and that he did not kill himself. But, I think of his promise and how we were supposed to one day meet and shop until we dropped. I never want to visit California....
I already hurt so much...
Nathan doesn't want me to hurt... he told me that many times. But, I cannot help it; now I just hurt more because he's gone. The one person who helped me through so much is gone. My best friend.
He is gone... and now.... I cry myself to sleep... I wake up crying- even though it has been 3 years since his death.

Wish I could find some words to comfort you.
ing for you!

 

[PixieSunbelle]

Thanks...
For my multimedia class project; I think I'm going to use one of his songs and a few pictures, a poem i wrote for him and some video of me saying the poem to create something..... I don't know.
Sorry about posting twice; I thought it didnt show up.