I had a friend who died a few years ago. She lived in the next street and although we wern't really close, she used to love speaking to me and invited me around to her house quite a bit. There was 3yrs between us and her dad didn't think i made a suitable friend for her just because i was younger. He also felt i was a bad influence after something she did at mine which was her own fault (epilepsy fit after drinking slush puppy knowing the sugar could spark a fit, she had failed to tell me she had a form of epilepsy).
He didn't tell me she had died. Instead i read it in the local paper. I was gutted to think he didn't even bother telling me just because he didn't like me. It hurt for a while but at least she died peacefully.
He didn't tell me she had died. Instead i read it in the local paper. I was gutted to think he didn't even bother telling me just because he didn't like me. It hurt for a while but at least she died peacefully.