Are we real?

[Rokko]

So, I hope I am not powerleveling, and I hope these kind of threads doesnt exist.
I always had some thoughts about myself, death, my parents, my friends, and so on. Most of us have thoughts about that. I recently tried to get in contact with an old friend of mine. The place I went to school always cared for refugees, long long before the actual crisis.
Most of the refugees came from Ethiopia. So, when I was 16 I went to that school because I had always been a bad student. That school was not very pickiy as long as you would pay them. I could get there because my parents had the money. I was always very anxiousa nd shy, but the people at that school took care of me, in a good way.
So, I became friends with Daniel. He was from Ethiopia, but sice his first birthday in Germany with foster parents. That dude was my best friend, I never knew someone as great as him.
So, some day we went different ways. I was always very happy about the fact I would meet him again.
But we had not been in contact since then. It was ca in the year 2000 when all that happened. Well, last year I tried to get in touch with him. I looked for him at facebook. I found him and sent him a message. Two weeks late without any answer I tried to message him again. That was when I saw the messges on his facebook-site. "Rest in peace, daniel", things like "I cannot believe you are gone", and so on. So. now, 1 year later after findig out that he is dead, I still cannont believe it. Yesterday I again had a dream about him, I warned him, that he has not very much longer to live. I cried in my dream. Dudes and duderettes, what are we? Are we real? How can I get past the grieving? I sincerely apologize for the powerleveling.

 

[autisticdragonkin]

So, I hope I am not powerleveling, and I hope these kind of threads doesnt exist.
I always had some thoughts about myself, death, my parents, my friends, and so on. Most of us have thoughts about that. I recently tried to get in contact with an old friend of mine. The place I went to school always cared for refugees, long long before the actual crisis.
Most of the refugees came from Ethiopia. So, when I was 16 I went to that school because I had always been a bad student. That school was not very pickiy as long as you would pay them. I could get there because my parents had the money. I was always very anxiousa nd shy, but the people at that school took care of me, in a good way.
So, I became friends with Daniel. He was from Ethiopia, but sice his first birthday in Germany with foster parents. That dude was my best friend, I never knew someone as great as him.
So, some day we went different ways. I was always very happy about the fact I would meet him again.
But we had not been in contact since then. It was ca in the year 2000 when all that happened. Well, last year I tried to get in touch with him. I looked for him at facebook. I found him and sent him a message. Two weeks late without any answer I tried to message him again. That was when I saw the messges on his facebook-site. "Rest in peace, daniel", things like "I cannot believe you are gone", and so on. So. now, 1 year later after findig out that he is dead, I still cannont believe it. Yesterday I again had a dream about him, I warned him, that he has not very much longer to live. I cried in my dream. Dudes and duderettes, what are we? Are we real? How can I get past the grieving? I sincerely apologize for the powerleveling.

I don't understand what you are saying in this post. Is there a point or anything to discuss about it

 

[AnOminous]

This is probably the wrong place to seek sympathy for nearly anything, but it did remind me how once, I had lost touch with someone I considered a best friend and, only months later, found out he had died.

I also had dreams, for years afterward, talking to him and even getting advice.

It's a harsh trip.

Whenever someone you love dies it's a giant hole in your heart. You never recover.

You don't get over it.

You just move past it.

 

[Vitriol]

I'm sorry for your loss.

 

[Zoobles]

We are all real and we are all mortal. As you get older, those that die will not be "Daniel from Ethiopia," they are going to be your grandparents, your aunts and uncles, your parents, your close friends, your brothers and sisters, and then, if you are lucky, yourself before your kids.

If you live away from your parents, calculate how many days per month you visit them, multiply that by 12, and then multiply that by the difference between their age and 78. That is approximately how many more times you'll see your parents before they die assuming they live an average life. I did this several years ago and now I visit my parents as much as possible, as well as my other relatives that I want to make the most of this life with.

Get your closure from those that die around you as fast as you can and move on to enjoying life. A person can waste years getting hung up on death.

 

[Rokko]

Thank you for your answers. I was not really sober and english is not my first language. I just got reminded of him, and felt like writing something.
@AnOminous and @about:blank I appreciate and like what you wrote. Thank you. @Vitriol Thanks!
If possible, can someone please lock/delete this thread?

 

[Vitriol]

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