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I dont fully understand what death means. Is it just a point wher we lose our sanity and kill our dreams?

Is it where we just close our eyes, and sleep for eternity?

See, in our life we must all face a death. We must cry and say "WHY? WHY GOD WHY?!" and blaime ourself for an controlable situation.



"I was nine. He was nine. It was a Fucken cookie that i wanted. A Fucken Chocolate chip cookie that i argued with him. A fucken cookie where I was fucken selfish and didnt care if he didnt not ride in the same car. I wanted that cookie. His last cookie".



There are family deaths that make us wonder why we exsist. Why we must face this harsh reality. As kids we lose our grandma and continue on. As adults we lose that one cool friend and say what now? Not fully understanding what is going on. We wonder what ponishment this is, and why? so many Why's?



"I was nine. It was snowing. I went in car B, he wnet in car A. Car A crashed, left him brain dead. I was nine, it was snowing. I died for 9 years. I died and barried myself 12 feet under. For one chocolate chip cookie that was his. I had eatten all of my cookies, he wanted to save his. BUT I... I wanted that cookie"



   I don't fully understand death. Nor do i think i ever will. Some say death is just death. Other's say it's a life expirience. Death happends to us all i guess. Some learn to deal, others say fuck it let me jump in there too! and other's, like myself, become numb.... just plain numb.



" I was nine. I remember. Day in. Day out. For one Fucken Cookie he took car A, i took car B. For nine years i wondered what if I didnt want that cookie? what if i wouldnt have been spoiled? would he still be here saying, 'one for me, one for you'? would he had died either way?"



I died when I was nine, I died when I was 16 and again at 19 and 20. Four death before I reach my 25th birthday.... But I learned when you die you live again, each time you get stronger then the day before. Maybe im insane. Maybe im still dead. But if I am then im greatful, greatful to be here, watching the world spin and learning.



"I promise you i will never give up on life. I will carry your memory in my heart and hands. Because of you i see the light. When it is my turn to sleep we will share the chocolate chip cookie from my Chip Ahoy bag. this I promise you"-J.A.J, age 9-







You are not to be blaimed for his death. Death came to soon, to fast, in a time that was not expected. Death comes when it is time. Death does not need an invitation or appointment. Don't blaime yourself. Should of. could of, does not exsist to Death. So please, honor his passing by telling us his goals, his dreams, his lows and highs. Laugh at his dorkiness, cry for his farts! lol In the end, when you meet again HE will say 'Foo! I saw when you did this stupidest shit down in Earth! Fuck! I laugh so hard I made it rain!"



Everything will be ok. R.I.P   Societies Parasite ALEX. dont know you, never meet you, but i know you will be loved and dearly miss by many.