Death Part 1
Funerals.
A service to say your final goodbye to someone you cared about.
We are reminded of their best moments and fondest memories.
Their achievements and their best character traits.
At 20 I never imagined I would attend one funeral for friends or healthy family
members.
Yet now into my 24th year, I have attended 4.
Close friends who greatly impacted my life.
There I was standing at the front of a Lutheran church, in a small country town.
Preparing myself to say a final goodbye to my favourite uncle.
A godsend.
He would have been 53 this week.
A good man, who spent his life putting everyone else before himself.
Full of compassion.
Joy.
Faith.
The last person I expected to die still young.
But I guess they all were.
The first friend to die was when I was 20.
He was an old high school friend who suffered from severe depression.
One night I received a phone call saying he had jumped in front of a train.
This really shook me to my core.
Even though after high school, we didn't talk much; his death had a massive
impact on my life and made me question a lot of things.
Unfortunately this death was the tip of a very big ice berg of painful events that
had happened in my life that year, and so my soul searching turned into
partying, sex, booze and running away from all my responsibilities.
It wasn't until a year later at my 21st birthday, where another horrific event
causing the loss of another friend, made me rethink the way I was living.
Timothy Jellis.
A friend I had known for years, through church.
The night of my 21st birthday I had invited my friends around for a fire pit
party in my parents backyard.
It was a great night!
Unfortunately I was dating a very bad man at the time, who had influenced and
changed me greatly, for the worse.
Half way through my party, he and I decided to ditch the scene with a couple of
close friends and go for a cruise to Saint Kilda Beach.
I said a quick and slightly rude goodbye to my guests, not realising that this
would be the last time i'd ever see one of them.
I awoke the next day, to a phone call that would change my life.
I was told that Timothy died driving home from my party.
The party I ditched.
Apparently as was driving home, three boys in a stolen vehicle ran through a
red light at an intersection; hitting Timothy in his car, head on.
He died instantly.
I turned to my boyfriend in tears, looking for comfort.
Instead he smiled and told me that he knew the boys who had killed Tim.
Apparently they were stealing an ATM with the car and that's why they ran the
red light.
I was so angry; so upset.
I wish I could tell you that this is all a lie.
That this never happened.
Unfortunately it's all true.
The worst part being, despite everything, I stayed with that jerk for another
4 months afterwards.
Pain makes us do very stupid things at times.
A service to say your final goodbye to someone you cared about.
We are reminded of their best moments and fondest memories.
Their achievements and their best character traits.
At 20 I never imagined I would attend one funeral for friends or healthy family
members.
Yet now into my 24th year, I have attended 4.
Close friends who greatly impacted my life.
There I was standing at the front of a Lutheran church, in a small country town.
Preparing myself to say a final goodbye to my favourite uncle.
A godsend.
He would have been 53 this week.
A good man, who spent his life putting everyone else before himself.
Full of compassion.
Joy.
Faith.
The last person I expected to die still young.
But I guess they all were.
The first friend to die was when I was 20.
He was an old high school friend who suffered from severe depression.
One night I received a phone call saying he had jumped in front of a train.
This really shook me to my core.
Even though after high school, we didn't talk much; his death had a massive
impact on my life and made me question a lot of things.
Unfortunately this death was the tip of a very big ice berg of painful events that
had happened in my life that year, and so my soul searching turned into
partying, sex, booze and running away from all my responsibilities.
It wasn't until a year later at my 21st birthday, where another horrific event
causing the loss of another friend, made me rethink the way I was living.
Timothy Jellis.
A friend I had known for years, through church.
The night of my 21st birthday I had invited my friends around for a fire pit
party in my parents backyard.
It was a great night!
Unfortunately I was dating a very bad man at the time, who had influenced and
changed me greatly, for the worse.
Half way through my party, he and I decided to ditch the scene with a couple of
close friends and go for a cruise to Saint Kilda Beach.
I said a quick and slightly rude goodbye to my guests, not realising that this
would be the last time i'd ever see one of them.
I awoke the next day, to a phone call that would change my life.
I was told that Timothy died driving home from my party.
The party I ditched.
Apparently as was driving home, three boys in a stolen vehicle ran through a
red light at an intersection; hitting Timothy in his car, head on.
He died instantly.
I turned to my boyfriend in tears, looking for comfort.
Instead he smiled and told me that he knew the boys who had killed Tim.
Apparently they were stealing an ATM with the car and that's why they ran the
red light.
I was so angry; so upset.
I wish I could tell you that this is all a lie.
That this never happened.
Unfortunately it's all true.
The worst part being, despite everything, I stayed with that jerk for another
4 months afterwards.
Pain makes us do very stupid things at times.
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