One of the hardest things I had to go through before 2022 ends is losing a bestie, well this one came as a surprise and a shock to everyone because we didn’t expect him to commit suicide. Well, it was early this year when I lost him, I still am trying to figure out why he did what he did want he not happy? Did I do something he didn’t like? Well, that day we spoke before I went to church and he seemed all well… when I got back from church I got a dozen messages from people asking if it was true and I didn’t wanna believe it so I texted his older sister and she said it was true, I like I was losing myself already as my knees got weaker. It was so hard for me to believe I wanted to go to his house and see this myself but I couldn’t I started crying asking why him? Why he didn’t tell me he wasn’t okay? We went there to support his family and finally on the last day of the service felt like I was at someone’s house who I didn’t know meanwhile it was my besties! Saturday I was his coffin go down and I knew that was it he was gone and no longer coming back. There are times I miss him so much that I find myself crying, again asking myself why? Though I promised myself to accept and move on.