One of my best friends killed himself on this day in 2009. His girlfriend was 7 months pregnant at the time. I had know him since I was 14. He was such a wonderful person. Always willing to help me out with anything. We were definitely drinking buddies. As close as we were we never crossed any lines. Not even when shit faced drunk. He was more of a brother to me. If I didn't know how much he liked the ladies I would have sworn he was gay.
When he got with his girlfriend she of course was super jealous and tried to put her foot down and isolate him from not only me but all of his friends. Even his real sister.
The last time I saw him was that 4th of July. They were at my house. He had gotten so fat. Which was crazy for Mike because he was a little vein. He had giving me money to buy a ton of fireworks. Here in Wild Wonderful WV we did em up real nice. By the end of the night I was shit faced drunk. I barely remember Mike leaving the party. I'm not sure I remember at all. That was the last time I saw him alive and I don't even remember it.
The next month in Aug. my family went on a vacation out of the country. We returned to my house being robbed. I talked to Mike on the phone for a real long time. It was nice. He offered to help me get some letter out to patients of my clients explaining that the house was robbed. I told him I would call him if I needed his help. In Sept. I called and called. He never answered. I was sure it was his girlfriend not giving him my messages. I had heard he'd lost his job. They had moved to a new house & I didn't know where it was. He always came to see me. Then on this dreadful morning. Which was a Friday that year. My family & I were packed up for a camping trip. My phone rang and it was my daughters babysitter. Knowing that I knew this family and was friends with them. But not realizing that I was best friends with the brother she was about to tell me about. She said did you hear ____ brother killed himself last night. I was not even out of bed yet. I got up instantly and asked her to repeat herself. She did & I dropped to the ground. My husband took the phone. We went camping anyway. Despite my best judgement. I thought nature would help. I took a bottle of vodka with me. That night at the campground my family went to bed and I stayed up drinking and sobbing. Then I walked around with my bottle. Sometime in the wee hours of the morning I woke up in someone else camper. I remember walking up to this camper and talking to the person there. When I woke up I stumbled back to my site. My husband was livid. He had been up looking for me. Anyway.... Alcohol did not make that situation better at all. Oh did I mention the story goes that my friend was in a drunken rage when he shot himself. His girlfriend claims that he was throwing shit all over the room. She told him he locked himself in. She thinks he threw the gun or something and it went off. Other rumors are that she shot him. None of it matters. He is gone.