rendezvousramen:

Aaaaaah….what a thing to come home to.

So I just caught wind about a very important loss today. An old friend of mine recently passed.

@dostmotherknowyou

I’m not too sure what to say, mostly because i am a person with a lot to say, but little to give out. However. At my first funeral, my grandfather’s funeral, we decided not to dwell and grieve on what we lost and what will never be the same again, but celebrate what was and will stay with us forever.

Who we learned from. Who we shared knowledge with. Who we laughed with. Who we cried with. Who we confined in. Who we trusted in. Who we loved. Who made us feel loved. Who gave us peace. Who gave us solace. Who made us whole. Who made us alive inside.

All these things. They’re not gone. As long as we keep them, remember them. Pass them on to someone else. And then someone else. And someone else. Did we truely lose something?

So… I guess I’ll do that.

BUT SHIT WHAT TO START WITH

• When I saw their artwork from the Cryaotic fandom. And i reblogged and praised each one, following immediatly soon after
• When they made friends with others with their bright smile  
• When they began to stream and make us laugh with that infectuous laugh
• When they were always ON POINT with their eyeliner and wigs
• When they’d laugh at my awful photoshops of the Late Night Crew, and  even requested a few~
• When they and some other artists would start the next big art meme and our YT fav would praise and join in on the fun in confusion
• When the Suppettes made that moose intro for the LNC, GOD
• When they joined in on the askthetagbends ask group

But the rest, lost in the late night to early morning skype calls, and a few secrets we shared.

I dont want to say “I regret not keeping in touch with them”, i mean i do…but, people change and sometimes that forms a distance. We dont mean to but, it happens. I stayed the same, but Dost grew into something bigger and better. Discovering more about themselves, expanding their knowledge, achieving their dreams, reaching out to those in need. I always figured Dost was one of those people that was destined for greater things. And though we grew distant, I still cared.

I at least, want to keep something (in case tumblr deletes my inbox) My last words with them.

I’m not too sure how to end this and i know i sound like some sort of wanna-be pastor or something but

Let’s smile for Dost. Let’s live for Dost. Explore for them. Grow for them. So that when we meet them again one day, we can share our adventures and experiences, our feelings and our thoughts and never feel distant again. I think they would like that.

Rest in piece, Dost.
We will and always love you.