The Less Interesting TimesThis is My World and You Can Pry it from My Cold Dead Fingers

2009/01/04 Bad Things Happen to Good People

I got the call on saturday night. The deed was done on friday night. Some say it’s not but it caught me completely unprepared. ‘Assaf? Assaf Glass? You’re not, by any chance talking about some other Assaf who isn’t one of the goofiest, helpful, smiling people I’ve ever met? It must be. The Assaf I know would never kill himself.’
That was the response I should have had. The one I really had was one that could be shortened to a simple ‘OMG WTF You’re kidding me’.

I lost an Assaf already. Losing a friend a second time isn’t easier. It’s harder. I knew this one better. He was a smart guy. Smart guys don’t kill themselves. They know better, right? They know it’s the chicken’s way out. They know the grief they would cause their loved ones. He must have known, were something like this to happen, that his father would cry through the funeral with out stopping and that his mother would refuse to let him go and blame herself. An intelligent, caring guy like that would never do that to his family and friends, right?

It doesn’t make sense. I don’t believe he killed himself.

It just pisses me off. I buried a friend today. I was thinking about how things would look when he and all the other kids from ‘Psagot’ would go to the IAI or Rafael or Elbit and I would go look for a job. And now I have to delete him from my personal list, pull the contact down from Gmail, erase the user from my blog. Should I? Do I want the reminder? We’ve already canceled the Gaming Night for this week. I think I’ll keep the reminder. It’s the only picture I have.

And it pisses me off even more when some penguin squirms his way into the event and tries to collect charity from us. But I’ll skip that rant now.

And his mom asks what have they done wrong and I try to tell her that they did nothing wrong. They did everything right. Hell, I’ve managed to get on his nerves some times but he was patient. I never saw him do a wrong to anyone. He was always tolerant towards my oddities and I’m glad to had the chance to call him friend.

He was the one who got me hooked on XKCD although I never got into Cyanide and Happiness.
I’ll never forget that 8 hour Assembly marathon, nor the game you dragged me into, nor all the times you forced me to walk with you or made me feel neglecting when I said I didn’t want to eat out. I’ll remember the lunches, the late night Algebra cooperations and the time we parted at 6am because after almost 12 hours of gaming I wanted sleep and not breakfast. I’ll remember and never forget.

Goodbye Gamer, Goodbye Friend, Goodbye Floni, Goodbye Drunken Peanut. Will miss you.

I know you liked it… so this one’s for you.

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