When I first moved from Oregon to Cali in the 3rd grade I was around.. 7 years old. My friend Brandon was the first kid I met when I moved here. Even after he moved in 6th grade, we kept in touch and I still visited him a few times a year. Friday night he passed away due to some unknown causes, of which I can only determine is drug (pill) related. He wasn't feeling well and went to lie down and his cousin noticed that he wasn't breathing.. That's it.. Snuffed out a light on a flame I thought would never burn out.. I had just talked to him that same day.. I know his uncle had given him some pills but Brandon knew his limit.. He's blacked out off xanax before and I even called the Sheriff on him once to make sure he didn't hurt himself.. He was more than a friend to me.. He was my brother in so many ways that I wouldn't doubt it if we were somehow related. But he's gone now.. I'm still shocked about it. I mean. I loved him so much.. No one knew him like I did. No one shared what I did with him. No one else heard what he shared with me. I'm just... lost right now. There's a big hole in me and I can't figure out how to fill it.. R.I.P Brandon Robert Smith 11-12-1990 to 04/08/2011 Always gone, but never.. NEVER forgotten. I hope I'm doin' right by you man.. I know I don't believe in Jesus and heaven and all that, but I'm sure wherever you are you're having a hell of a time. I'll be sure and go hard for you here man love you forever and always bro..
It always sucks losing a good friend. Don't worry though you'll make it through the hard times! Just try to remember the good times you guys had when you were growing up. I am sorry for your loss my man!
sorry about your loss man....but i really dont think you should be hoping for him to have a hell of time