Part 10

I've been doing alot of thinking over the past few months and realized that things in life happen for a reason.  I look back on my life and realize that everything in life that I have gone through has made me the person I am today.  I am far from perfect and have many flaws.  I have battled depression, am battling health related problems as we speak.  I've decided to make some changes in my life and with my lifestyle.  I have had to cut some people out of my life who were bringing me down.  These weren't people who I would say hello in passing too, these were people I considered my friends.  I feel good about these decisions and feel lifted. I too have lost those who I still want in my life but circumstances has taken them from me.
I had a very good friend whom I grew up with since I was 10 years old (mind you I am 37 now) whose life was tragically taken from us all on July 4th, 2012.  He was having a get together at his house when an underage kid came and was trying to drink alcohol.  The kid was asked to leave several times that night he was not happy about it.  He called his cousin to come get him and when his cousin arrived he stabbed my friend in the abdomen and in the neck taking his life.
I was at that party but had left early as I wasn't into the whole party scene nor the drama that came with it.  I was home by 10:30 pm that night.  I received a phone call around 3:15 am from another person who was having their own personal issues.  She had asked me to come get her from a different location and so I headed out to get her.  As I was headed to her location I passed the street in which my friend KC lived on and seen police cars everywhere.  I turned down that road and pulled up in front of his house.  When I got out of the car I was approached by a police officer who took my name and told me there was an altercation and a man was taken to the hospital.  He would not give me any names.  I then left and headed to the hospital where again I was given no information.  As I was leaving in a panic, a friend of mine who was KC's roommate was outside and told me that KC was gone.  I replied to him, "Gone where'? He told me that KC has passed.  I was unsure how to respond, I cried and felt angry.  We were originally told he was his in the neck with a brick and later found out he was stabbed.
After I gathered my composure, I told my friend Josh who was at the hospital and advised me of KC's passing that we needed to contact his family.  Josh didn't want to make the call, I didn't want to make the call, but it had to be done.  I tried calling KC's dad but he had his phones turned off.  I contacted his sister who immediately began to cry.  Why was I making this phone call? This isn't what I should be doing at 4:30ish in the am.  She contacted the rest of her family and they all headed to the hospital.  About an hour after they arrived I proceeded home.  I cried alot that day with friends.  I understand he is gone, but don't understand why.  Was it just his time?  Was he in the wrong place at the wrong time?  He didn't do anything other than not let and underage kid into his home to drink.
Court has started but it has been rocky.  I feel for his family, his friends, and for some of the family of those responsible.  I mean they too are suffering.
I've distanced myself from some and others have distanced themselves from me.  I have put forth effort to keep in touch with some friends, but they don't seem to respond.  I can't keep chasing ghosts, so I am choosing to move on.  I am saddened as some I considered dear friends but I can't force them to continue to be my friends.  Life is a little chaotic, but it too shall soon settle.