Coping with a Death of a Friend

Today, I received a call from a friend about the death of a friend from my hometown that had a massive heat attack at work. My friend name was Troy. I was surprise and disturbed about how my friend life ended because his life was so tragic.

First of all, I was introduced to Troy back in ninth grade with my goofy best friend. Troy was in our class because he had been held back three times and was the butt of all the jokes around school. Also, Troy was a little overweight so he got teased for his weight problem, too. My best friend and I immediately hit it off with Troy and were friends with him for the rest of the ninth grade year. Troy decided that once his class graduated from school that year that he would not return to school. Troy decided to drop out of school at the end of the school term. Troy hated school because he was teased and bullied. I think that Troy would have attended classes and made better grades if he wasn't so insecure.

Moreover, it was about a year after he dropped out of school that I heard the tragic news that his mother had been murdered by her boyfriend. Some of the details about the murder was that the boyfriend made Troy go in to the closet while the boyfriend murders his mother. Unfortunately, Troy was in the closet when his mother was killed and he couldn't do anything to save his mother. After the murder Troy and his baby sister went to live with an aunt in Florida. I always felt that Troy not being able to save his mother messed with his head. I was hoping that when he went to Florida that Troy would find a better life.

In 2003, I saw Troy for the first time in about 7 years. I went to my hometown for a visit and I was standing in line at the dollar store. I felted a tapped on the shoulder and turned to see a man that I didn't recognize. I pretended that I knew the guy because I knew it had to be somebody that I knew because I was in my hometown. So I was like "Hey, how are you doing?" The guy was like "you don't know who I am do you?" He was like its Troy. I was like yeah I remember you Troy and I asked him how he was doing. He responded that he was doing well and was back living in our hometown. Then we said good bye and went our separate ways. Troy looked so different and had lost a lot of weight. Also, there was sadness to Troy's spirit and he looked real unhappy. I called my best friend and told her about seeing Troy and she told me that she heard he was on drugs. Also, she told me he worked at a local restaurant.

Today, I received the call from her today about his death. I like to analyze the world and try to figure out why things happen but I just can't explain Troy life. I am a very spiritual person and believe that everyone has a plan for their life but was that the plan for Troy life? I just wonder why some people have a good life and why others just can't seem to find happiness. Does it have something to do with the choices that we make? Is it because we make bad decisions? Is it because we don't have the ability to understand life? Is it because of bad elements in our life? I don't know and probably won't ever know but I hope that Troy is in a better place.