First and foremost, I want to thank everyone for being supportive. It's been a hard week, but your positivity and understanding has helped me cope.
Late last weekend, I found out than an old friend had passed away.
Oliver and I had known each other for a short while (but felt like a lifetime) in the past. When he moved to Georgia, our relationship took a bump. As time passed and social media quickly became prominent, I found him randomly through a friend on Instagram, and we instantly rekindled our friendship.
At this point, we were both moving out and going to college. We talked about how it was like adjusting to a new environment. He would check in with me every day and give me advice on everything from Algebra to boys. Oliver and I never said hello or goodbye in our texts; somehow, we just understood that life got in the way and replied to each other when we can. Days. Weeks. Even months. We were never spiteful if one of us doesn't respond on time. He was there for every college milestone from being on TV in New York, meeting President Obama, and becoming a member of ASB. He was also there in my lowest points... failing my first test, my breakup, every argument I had with my friends he didn't even know - you name it. If something bugged me, Oliver was all ears.
I always promised that I'd make it to Georgia to see him. Since we rekindled, he'd been to California twice, but LA is still far from San Jose. I always brushed it off thinking I'd always be able to see him.
I was wrong.
I'll never get to see him. He'll never reply to my last message. There won't be any hello's or goodbyes.
His family has removed all his social media accounts and and disconnected his number in respect. I feel very disconnected. Oliver was never troubled in my eyes. I was always the problematic ones. He'd be the one calling me in between classes to make sure I am okay.
I don't know what happened.
Oliver has a big story that will never be told, but it's not for me to write. So here I am, in the middle of midterms, typing this little anecdote to celebrate my late friend. I will miss him and his weird fascination with airplanes. I am still recovering. I don't want to remember him because of how he left. I want to remember him as the sweet kid who wore matching Chuck Taylors with me on the first day of school.
If you or someone you know is experiencing depression , please seek help. You have a story that doesn't need to end.
Love you, bro. Rest in peace.