nyx
December 10th '08, 09:46 AM
So I've had what you might call an eventful morning. I got in from my friends house at about 2 o'clock this morning, it hadn't been anything major, just a couple of drinks, and a couple of smokes and a film. Anyway point is, I got to sleep latee.
Then about five o'clock this morning I'm woken up by my housemate in the room nextdoor to me crying down the phone. I'm still half asleep at this point and not fully functional, so can't quite work out whats going on.
About five minutes later there is a knock on the door, this is when I know its something serious. She comes in, eyes so bloodshot, tears all down her face, shaking, and tells me her brother's died of cancer. He was 23.
It wasn't out of the blue he'd be deteriorating for months, but still. He was only 23. I'm still kinda in shock. It couldn't have happened to nicer people either, my housemate for all her naivety is a truly lovely person, and what I've met of her family are lovely too.
In the end I took her to the station at about 6 o' clock and she got the first train to Chesterfield where her family live. I came back here and crashed into bed for a couple of hoours. But now I've woken up feeling completely drained and pretty empty. I know it wasn't my brother, but I care about my housemate a lot, even though sometimes I don't think I show that enough, and its devastating to see a normally happy person so upset. I guess it kinda made me realise how precious life is as well.
I really don't know why I've written this as a post, except to let all my feelings out, I do that a lot when I blog. I find it easier to express in writing than out loud. Thank you to anyone that read this anyway, I think I might go and eat a lot of chocolate right now.
Then about five o'clock this morning I'm woken up by my housemate in the room nextdoor to me crying down the phone. I'm still half asleep at this point and not fully functional, so can't quite work out whats going on.
About five minutes later there is a knock on the door, this is when I know its something serious. She comes in, eyes so bloodshot, tears all down her face, shaking, and tells me her brother's died of cancer. He was 23.
It wasn't out of the blue he'd be deteriorating for months, but still. He was only 23. I'm still kinda in shock. It couldn't have happened to nicer people either, my housemate for all her naivety is a truly lovely person, and what I've met of her family are lovely too.
In the end I took her to the station at about 6 o' clock and she got the first train to Chesterfield where her family live. I came back here and crashed into bed for a couple of hoours. But now I've woken up feeling completely drained and pretty empty. I know it wasn't my brother, but I care about my housemate a lot, even though sometimes I don't think I show that enough, and its devastating to see a normally happy person so upset. I guess it kinda made me realise how precious life is as well.
I really don't know why I've written this as a post, except to let all my feelings out, I do that a lot when I blog. I find it easier to express in writing than out loud. Thank you to anyone that read this anyway, I think I might go and eat a lot of chocolate right now.