and I dont know how to help him. On October 31 of this year, my Friend PJ allegedly shot and killed himself. I cried for three days after finding out the news. October 31 was also his 32 Birthday. We had grown up together. When I first met Pj it was on the middle school, school bus. My first memories of him, are of him walking down the street to the bus stop with his head phones in, a smile from one ear to the other. He had a laugh that was so unique to him. He was the kid who was always getting thrown out of class for playing the drums on his desk. He couldnt stay still, but thats what made him who he was.
Life caught up with us though. My mother died from a drug overdose when I turned 16, and my sister and I had to move away. I remember the hug PJ gave me on my last day with my friends, before having to move away. He was security to me. I moved away, got married, had kids. PJ however, spiraled out of control. The opiate epidemic consumed him much like it did my mother and my father. He developed a myriad of diseases and called me once even to tell me it was his last 2 years on Earth and hed like for me to go to his wedding. He never got married. He died just a few months later to a gunshot wound to the back of his head.
Now here I sit 6 weeks later and his presence has been overwhelming me. Visions of him reaching out to me, in agony. The visions happen to me while I am awake, and when I dream he is also there. I am drawn to his favorite songs and I sense him trying to communicate with me.Its been going on for two days now. Its like his life just vanished before my eyes. A spirit so vibrant and full of energy that just decayed and shriveled away, with no sense or purpose. I am grieving, but his presence is making it more difficult. What does he want me to know and why is this happening.
Life caught up with us though. My mother died from a drug overdose when I turned 16, and my sister and I had to move away. I remember the hug PJ gave me on my last day with my friends, before having to move away. He was security to me. I moved away, got married, had kids. PJ however, spiraled out of control. The opiate epidemic consumed him much like it did my mother and my father. He developed a myriad of diseases and called me once even to tell me it was his last 2 years on Earth and hed like for me to go to his wedding. He never got married. He died just a few months later to a gunshot wound to the back of his head.
Now here I sit 6 weeks later and his presence has been overwhelming me. Visions of him reaching out to me, in agony. The visions happen to me while I am awake, and when I dream he is also there. I am drawn to his favorite songs and I sense him trying to communicate with me.Its been going on for two days now. Its like his life just vanished before my eyes. A spirit so vibrant and full of energy that just decayed and shriveled away, with no sense or purpose. I am grieving, but his presence is making it more difficult. What does he want me to know and why is this happening.