Please, Take Care of Yourselves
Monday, May 25, 2015
Today, I Googled a friend of mine from high school. He was actually a work friend, and the older cousin of a good friend. He was morbidly obese. He would eat an entire container of Cool Whip after a bucket of fried chicken. His shirts were always stretched tight and busting at the seams. I remember him talking one day about how once he had better health insurance, he would get bariatric surgery. I remember him coming with his mom to pick us up from the mall on his 21st birthday. He kept a picture of his ex-girlfriend in his wallet, but she was his girlfriend from 8th grade. I remember seeing this photo in his wallet when he was 27 years old. He broke my heart a lot, so I would look for him. I wanted to see if he got his surgery, if he got better, and even if he didn't, I wanted to be a friend to him, because I knew he didn't have many.
I never found anything until today.
Today, I found his obituary. He wasn't even 40 years old. He was such a good man, and he killed himself with food, I'm sure. I don't know how, if it was a complication from a surgery, a heart attack, diabetes, or any other such thing. I suppose it could have been some sort of unrelated thing, but odds are not in favor of this scenario.
My heart hurts so badly. I can't stop crying.
He deserved better. He deserved happiness and love. He deserved health.