A childhood friend died from a car accident. His elder brother sent the car from Turkey for their mum. The car landed at their house on that sunday and he took the car to celebrate about it with his other two friends and as they were coming back, he rammed into a wall. They all died on the spot.
I can’t come to terms with the fact that he is dead. I feel like when I go to their house, I will definitely see him. I just can’t believe he is gone, just like that. So young, so full of energy, so optimistic. Death is so finally.