First Of The Gang To Die
Yesterday, news reached me that someone I used to go to school with had died. Unlike before, this wasn't someone I didn't really know or someone I didn't like. This was someone I knew of and was actually quite fond of, as a result I've been thinking of it since.
For some reason 'little' was always affixed to her name. She was always 'Little S', not because of her actual size, she was about the same height as everyone else, mainly due to her quiet nature. I won't lie, I wasn't close to S. I haven't seen her in at least 15 years. We used to go to the same primary school, it was a small class, five boys and four girls (I don't think you get classes that small any more). I never spoke to her much but I saw her everyday for 3 years and always liked how she never bothered anyone and kept to herself.
Yesterday I was told she'd killed herself. At first I didn't know who my mother was on about but as soon as the basic description was given she came rushing back into my minds eye. She was from a good family, plenty of money, even before I knew what posh was I knew that's what her family was. Not stuck up though, her mother was always friendly and nice to everyone.
I wonder what happened to Little S. Could life really have been that bad? I guess I'll never know.
Im not trying to give any meaningful insight into death, anything I'd say would be a shit cliche or something stolen from a book. I just wanted to say that I remember Little S and I feel a little numb about hearing she's dead.
I've got an old school photo somewhere with all nine of us together, I don't think I'll ever look at it again.
For some reason 'little' was always affixed to her name. She was always 'Little S', not because of her actual size, she was about the same height as everyone else, mainly due to her quiet nature. I won't lie, I wasn't close to S. I haven't seen her in at least 15 years. We used to go to the same primary school, it was a small class, five boys and four girls (I don't think you get classes that small any more). I never spoke to her much but I saw her everyday for 3 years and always liked how she never bothered anyone and kept to herself.
Yesterday I was told she'd killed herself. At first I didn't know who my mother was on about but as soon as the basic description was given she came rushing back into my minds eye. She was from a good family, plenty of money, even before I knew what posh was I knew that's what her family was. Not stuck up though, her mother was always friendly and nice to everyone.
I wonder what happened to Little S. Could life really have been that bad? I guess I'll never know.
Im not trying to give any meaningful insight into death, anything I'd say would be a shit cliche or something stolen from a book. I just wanted to say that I remember Little S and I feel a little numb about hearing she's dead.
I've got an old school photo somewhere with all nine of us together, I don't think I'll ever look at it again.
Weird, isn't it? The first of my school acquanitances to die was only about a year or so out of school. He was on a moped and got sideswiped by a truck as I recall. About 17 years old. I've since lost several acquaintances of more or less the same age as me. People in their 20s at the time, most of them. It is numbing, even if you would never have seen them again, to know that you actually never will now. Sad.
Posted by
* (asterisk) |
5:26 AM
Yeah, that's it exactly.
I've been in a weird funk all day about it.
Posted by
The Wanted Man |
9:27 AM
My best mate died when i was 8 years old at junior school. It freaked me out, but someone not a million miles away was celebrating when the news broke.
Posted by
M-J |
11:15 AM