Just left my second funeral for a friend younger than 25 in a month

That's awful man, sorry to hear. What happened?

One in a car wreck other in a motorcycle wreck. both were like brothers too each other as well. crazy how life works like that sometimes.

Sorry to hear that man. I went to a funeral of a friend I grew up with just a few months ago. One of the hardest things I've ever had to do. It's surreal to see someone you've known since you were both in pre-school in a casket.

I typed that before I saw your response. Wasn't trying to be a dick, but I know how that cocktail is dropping kids left and right these days. Sorry about your friends

Sorry for your losses. I had a span of time within a year that I lost 2 aunts, a grandfather, and 2 high school friends

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I would imagine I know who you're talking about. He was a good friend of mine as well. Football season just won't be the same

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Yep. Anyone that knew him would agree. He's the biggest Ole Miss fan I've ever known or will ever know. I'm going to miss him.

Damn son, so sorry to hear that. God bless, that's got to suck, losing two close friends.

Bro, I hate that for you, and more so for the families that lost loved ones too young. The bad thing is, everything anyone says to you, or their families, is completely inadequate. There's nothing anyone can say, do, promise to do - no healing formula, or "hurt away" recipe.

Young folks aren't suppose to die. At pushing 50 now, I've seen a good bit of hurt and pain. If a man lives long enough, he inevitably will. I held the hands of both my grandfather and my mother when life left their bodies. And that hurt. But not like the hurt you're seeing, because my mom and grand dad weren't young (mom was "too" young to die, but she wasn't 25).

I could type another two words, or two days, and whatever I said would be nothing but inadequate drivel when assessed for its healing or helping properties for the condition(s) you're seeing. That's why death for those too young to die sucks so bad. Those around it can't even SAY anything meaningful, much less do anything to help the situation.

Watching young folks die has literally shaken my faith to its core. If I could talk to God such that he'd answer back on questions that are made pretty well rhetorical given the current state of man/God communications, it's likely what I'd ask him about first. "Why'd you take "insert one of those many undeserved names right here" when you did." His "taking" has, at times, hurt so bad that it'd be all I could do to not end that question with a "you bastard." I'm hoping the glory of his existence and presence would preclude that, such that I wouldn't even consider it.

I have, though, cursed God to his face over what he's decided to take. And asked him how in the hell am I supposed to reconcile his existence with the looks on the faces of those left to deal with His whimsical, gluttonous appetite.

And yet, everything I've said here, to you, is absolutely meaningless, does nothing to help or heal your hurt, answers nothing, and is - as I said earlier - drivel. I will tell you this though. And this is actually decent news, and it doesn't matter whether you're a believer in God, or completely discount God's existence. Time will ease the pain. However bad you're hurting now, it'll hurt less than that a year from now. And lesser still a year from then. It's for sure true, and during those times when I've hurt the worst, I did find comfort in reminding myself that I know FOR SURE that I won't hurt this bad for the rest of my life.

That's all I got.