Hello everyone,
Yesterday I spoke to my boyfriend’s sister. It was nice talking about him, but she told me something that hasn’t left my mind since.
I told her I was so sad I wasn’t able to go to the funeral. She replied it was better I wasn’t there. She said that they barely spoke about my boyfriend because there was so much tension between his mom and his dad (divorced).
It makes me terribly sad to know that. In a way a funeral is the end of someone’s story, and his funeral was awful. I can’t believe this is how it ends for him, a funeral in which he wasn’t even remembered properly. His life also ended at a bad point.
It’s hard to cope with the knowledge things are never going to get better for him. I went on a small trip today and when I took some pictures it suddenly hit me he will never have his picture taken again. My life will continue and he will never age past 27.