Post by Kneetroll on Apr 29, 2005 18:27:42 GMT
Oh god.
I know you're all probably sick of hearing about this lol, so just ignore me, but I had to write it somewhere and here seemed as good a place as any.
We spoke to one of Jim's closest friends today and found out that last Tuesday was his 23rd birthday, he killed himself on the Thursday and his parents found him on the Saturday cos he hadn't showed up to their house on the Friday.
I just keep thinking that if he hadn't have lost his job he wouldn't have done it and that someone could have stopped it from happening. Me and Chantelle spent quite literally 10 hours of work talking about him non stop today.
We just can't believe he's gone. Honestly, whenever his usual extension number rings, I for a moment brighten up and think "ooh, it's Jim" but then realise it can't possibly be him.
I just want him back where he should be, in work with the rest of us, having a laugh and a joke like we always have.
I spoke to his Dad on Wednesday, who called up to pass on the funeral details for him. I think it hit me properly then, because it was the first time I'd cried about it. I mean.... burying Jim!? That's just not normal. Not Jim.
His funeral's a week on Monday, so me and Chantelle are attending the church service, the burial and the function afterwards. Work are stretching themselves to let me leave a whopping fifteen minutes early to go.
I know this is a long post, so... sorry. You don't even have to reply or anything, I just felt like writing it. I miss my li'l Jimmy-Jams so much
I know you're all probably sick of hearing about this lol, so just ignore me, but I had to write it somewhere and here seemed as good a place as any.
We spoke to one of Jim's closest friends today and found out that last Tuesday was his 23rd birthday, he killed himself on the Thursday and his parents found him on the Saturday cos he hadn't showed up to their house on the Friday.
I just keep thinking that if he hadn't have lost his job he wouldn't have done it and that someone could have stopped it from happening. Me and Chantelle spent quite literally 10 hours of work talking about him non stop today.
We just can't believe he's gone. Honestly, whenever his usual extension number rings, I for a moment brighten up and think "ooh, it's Jim" but then realise it can't possibly be him.
I just want him back where he should be, in work with the rest of us, having a laugh and a joke like we always have.
I spoke to his Dad on Wednesday, who called up to pass on the funeral details for him. I think it hit me properly then, because it was the first time I'd cried about it. I mean.... burying Jim!? That's just not normal. Not Jim.
His funeral's a week on Monday, so me and Chantelle are attending the church service, the burial and the function afterwards. Work are stretching themselves to let me leave a whopping fifteen minutes early to go.
I know this is a long post, so... sorry. You don't even have to reply or anything, I just felt like writing it. I miss my li'l Jimmy-Jams so much