Firstly, I apologise for the crap title. I'm suffering brain death at the moment and couldn't think of a short title which would convey exactly what I
wanted to discuss
Anyway, has anyone else ever seen someone you personally know (or knew, as the case may be) and then found out that they had passed away before you
I ask because a strange thing happened to me a few years ago, and another thread kinda reminded me of it, but it wasn't the right place to discuss
this particular experience.
When I was around 16, I had a friend called David. He was a year older than me, had a nervous tic and was a little bit troubled. He was in foster
care, and one of those kids that just desperately wanted to be loved. He lived down the road from me, and used to come to my house to hang out with me
and my brother. He didn't really like being at home with his foster family, so we'd let him come to our house, and he was generally a really nice
We kinda dated in that juvenile way, nothing serious as we were only young, but we were good friends, and we became quite close. Either way, we grew
up and as usually happens, we grew apart a bit, he stopped coming round so much and we moved on. However, any time we'd see him, he'd tip his cap at
us, or doff it in a way we thought was funny.
One day when I was about 18, my mum and I were walking into town. On the corner of the High St used to be a bank, and as we were walking up, I saw him
standing outside by a stop sign which was round the corner from where he was living, and I said to Mum, "There's David," and we said hi and he tipped
his cap at us and smiled and we walked round the corner and into the High St.
We did the things we needed to do, and we grabbed a local paper then went to sit down and have some lunch.
While we were waiting, mum was reading the paper, and she just exclaimed, "NO!" really loudly. Then looked at me, and looked back at her paper. I
asked what was wrong, and she said David had been killed in a fire!
I took the paper from her, and it was about how drunk guys had gone round to one of the flats in the block David lived in, and when whoever they were
after didn't open the door, they threw lit projectiles at the windows, and it set fire around David's flat which was the floor below the intended
recipient of their sh#, and David had died as a result.
But we had just seen him that morning. There was no mistaking him, his characteristic greeting, the clothes he was wearing.
It's sad that David doesn't seem to have any remembrance pages but the other guy does.
Anyway, has anyone had any similar experiences?
I'm not one for sentimentality, but I kinda feel like David wanted to say goodbye to us one last time, for just being kind to him, and accepting
edit on 28-2-2012 by Lulzaroonie because: (no reason given)