We hear about tragedies all the time on the news. Man dies in horrible car crash, man dies after being hit by a car, woman hit by a train and dies and we don’t really think much of it.
Last week the same thing happened. "Teen dies tragically in freak train accident" but this time it was different. How? because that guy was my friend.
We never expect anything like that to happen to us. To hear something like that on the news or read it in the paper and to actually know the person who died. The question remains, what do you do? I personally didn’t know what to do. I have nothing left in me. Just 3 weeks beforehand I found out a teacher at my high school had died from cancer. I didn’t really know her but it still made me a little sad. A week after that the biggest and most hard hitting tragedy struck when my grandma suddenly passed away just 2 hours before we were able to see her and suddenly a week after that I lose a friend in a freak train accident. Over the past month i’ve experienced so much death that it no longer has an effect on me. I see people who are grief stricken and shattered yet i feel nothing. Not because i don’t care or anything like that but because i’ve been hit with so much at once i can no longer feel the pain it causes.
Mitch was a good friend. He was different and he wasn’t afraid to let you know what he was thinking. In some ways they were both his strength and weakness. I didn’t know him on a personal level but he was a fantastic friend from what i saw. My earliest memories with him was back in year 7 when we would play online computer games together and the time he had asked me and another good friend of mine to be beta testers in his private runescape server. He was a fantastic producer and he had a lot of potential. His music was true and had a lot of heart and soul in it. He was a good friend no matter what anybody said about him. Those that didn’t know him just thought he was an opinionated asshole who didn’t know when to keep his mouth shut but the truth was he was straight with everyone and he cared for those closest to him.
It’s weird to think that one of your classmates didn’t make it to uni/tafe. I only hope he is in a better place now, tearing up the place and enjoying his afterlife. Although i never really got to know him very well, I’ll definitely still miss him. He was always the one to make everyone laugh and smile and distract the teacher so we wouldn’t have to do any work. In fact, in our music class we nicknamed him Tangent Man because every class he did show up to, without fail he would get our teacher on such a tangent he wouldn’t even remember what he was originally talking about.
Rest In Peace Mitch. You won’t be forgotten anytime soon.