Hi there, it's Duskmane.
A lot of you don't know me very well, aside from the occasional funny comments that I make on content while it's still fresh in the Newest Uploads section.
Today I'm writing something a bit more sombre.
Last week, a very close friend of mine passed away. The police have classified it a "suspicious death" on the grounds that his car is gone (serious, he loved his car, even though it was a pretty plain car).
I'm not going to ask for thumbs, or even for well wishes.
What I'm going to do, is ask you to stand up.
Walk away from the computer.
Go to your nearest friend or family member.
Give them a hug.
Tell them how much they mean to you.
Garland was like a brother to me.
He had a great sense of humour, and would always go out of his way to help someone in need.
He was a great cook, an amazing do-it-yourselfer, and above all, a caring friend.
He took me in when I ran away from an abusive home, helped me find my first job, and the first place I could go to sleep without worrying that tonight would be the night I was beat to death.
He taught me that all people weren't evil.
He taught me the value of hard work, and the pride a man can take in a job well done.
He taught me to learn from your mistakes, instead of repeating them.
The last thing Garland taught me, was to spend every moment you can with those you love, because every day is precious.
In our lives, we often find ourselves putting more emphasis on work and our careers, and take less and less time to spend with those we care about.
We push our hangouts to a later date because we're a bit tired, or sometimes just feel like being a bit lazy for the day, thinking "I'll see them next weekend."
Sometimes, "next weekend", will never come.
I love you, Brother Bear, Rest In Peace, See you "next weekend."
*Pic related, it's my Brother Bear*