Saying Goodbye to one of our own

Today we said a last Goodbye to one of our own. The son of family friends died December 22nd, or, more specifically, was found dead in his bed by his mother. His heart simply stopped beating, it stopped and he is gone and won't ever be back. From what I know his death certificate reads "natural cause", which is ridiculous. What's natural about the heart of a 24 year old to stop beating?

He was a year younger than me and I wasn't exceptionally close to him, but it still shocked me so much I haven't really talked about it so far. We only saw each other when we were at the same parties in our hometown, the town I haven't lived in for the past 5 years. But so far, whenever I came back for one of the parties, I knew exactly who I was going to see - now it's one person less, one person I didn't know well, sadly, but I did know him enough to link him with "home". I knew him to be a good person.

In this time, I feel with his family, his parents, whom I've come to like as I've been hanging out with them every now and then, and his older brother (probably a year older than me), who mixed my drinks at least a couple dozen times in the last years and was always in a good mood. And of course with his friends, who gathered all their strenght to carry him on his last way.

F.L., this one's for you - you'll be sorely missed!


Nur die Besten sterben jung (Only the best die young) by Böhse Onkelz

translated lyrics:
we were more than friends
we were like brothers
many years we sang the same songs
only the best die young
you were the best
only memories
tell me why
only the best die young
only the best die young

the time heals wounds
but I can't forget
the time heals wounds
but I think about you often
no matter where you are
you know a well as I do
one day we'll see again
in my dreams
in our songs
only the best die young
only the best die young

tell me why
only the best die young
only the best die young
too young
only the best die young
far, far too young
far too young