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I got a message today asking if my best friend Dwayne was ok. I had just talked to him Saturday after a week of me being out of town on vacation. I texted back he is fine. I then got multiple texts saying he was gone but no details. He had been depressed after a break up with a girl. No biggie for him as a big kid that dated many girls and had it going on with a successful roofing company and a good sense of humor. He had so many girls after him but this one girl tore him up and he left his car running in the garage and passed Saturday night.
He always got me through tough times so I am completly shocked.
In 10th grade I was realizing that not one kid in my high school rode dirtbikes. No one. Then one day these two new kids, brothers, show up in the lunch line wearing Kawasaki jerseys. I wander up and ask if they ride or they just think the shirts are cool and the say they have a pair of 87 kx125's which I also had. We met at a local place I had been riding and were best friends since and kept riding together for the next 25 years. Riding trumped all things and I could always count on him to come riding every week no matter what. We had the best times. We experienced a lot of firsts as kids do growing up. His brother died not long ago in an accident and he has not talked to the rest of his family in a long time. I have not hung out with him outside of moto much in a decade but we talk many times a week and stop by to say hello frequently, dinners, lunches etc. He is still a partying bachelor and I am the dedicated family man so I don't knows his recent friends to well. We are always brothers.
So I don't believe it and I drive by his house today. Dwayne had a lot of toys and a shoebox of money because he started believing all these conspiracies lately and had a preppers mentality all of a sudden. I get to his house and these guys I dont know are going through his stuff. His family is estranged for ten years. I ask what the hell is going on and guy nervously says he is Dwaynes close friend and was the one who found him. He says he is just cleaning up before the family gets in town. I call b.s. and say no one should be in his house until family is there. I am closest family. I call police and when they show up they say guy is a fireman and has a key so it's not their concern. I am shocked. I finally got in touch with his sister and she said the guy shouldn't of been in there but knew who he was and going to help with memorial but still should not of been in there. Who knows what all they took. The guy knows no one knows what he has. I am so freaked out by all of it and feel helpless. Really sucks. I am so mad at Dwayne and really just in shock.
Thanks in advance for any kind words.
He always got me through tough times so I am completly shocked.
In 10th grade I was realizing that not one kid in my high school rode dirtbikes. No one. Then one day these two new kids, brothers, show up in the lunch line wearing Kawasaki jerseys. I wander up and ask if they ride or they just think the shirts are cool and the say they have a pair of 87 kx125's which I also had. We met at a local place I had been riding and were best friends since and kept riding together for the next 25 years. Riding trumped all things and I could always count on him to come riding every week no matter what. We had the best times. We experienced a lot of firsts as kids do growing up. His brother died not long ago in an accident and he has not talked to the rest of his family in a long time. I have not hung out with him outside of moto much in a decade but we talk many times a week and stop by to say hello frequently, dinners, lunches etc. He is still a partying bachelor and I am the dedicated family man so I don't knows his recent friends to well. We are always brothers.
So I don't believe it and I drive by his house today. Dwayne had a lot of toys and a shoebox of money because he started believing all these conspiracies lately and had a preppers mentality all of a sudden. I get to his house and these guys I dont know are going through his stuff. His family is estranged for ten years. I ask what the hell is going on and guy nervously says he is Dwaynes close friend and was the one who found him. He says he is just cleaning up before the family gets in town. I call b.s. and say no one should be in his house until family is there. I am closest family. I call police and when they show up they say guy is a fireman and has a key so it's not their concern. I am shocked. I finally got in touch with his sister and she said the guy shouldn't of been in there but knew who he was and going to help with memorial but still should not of been in there. Who knows what all they took. The guy knows no one knows what he has. I am so freaked out by all of it and feel helpless. Really sucks. I am so mad at Dwayne and really just in shock.
Thanks in advance for any kind words.
Also if his Family was estranged and he had no kids, don't sweat the material things, I know it's messed up but forget about it, You can't do anything about it and it will just consume you.
Thanks I will try and not let it.
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If you ever need someone to message or talk to, I’ll give you my contact info and you can feel free to hit me up ?? I’ve lost 2 friends to suicide since 2016 and as you know, it’s a bad feeling
Same here if you need to talk.
I'm sorry for your loss. Good on you for not letting those guys rummage through his belongings.
The stuff, even the cash........maybe just let it go. It's, gone, he had no kids, his family wasn't around ...........
why poison your life, your mental being, with something that really doesn't matter anymore?
The last place I worked we lost one of the owners. He was a special kind of guy. Built his life up from nothing.
His wife had these 5 or 6 cork boards set up, along with his HS yearbook, with what looked like every Polaroid he had ever taken. You could see the life he had in those pictures. Which was a hell of a ride. Some of the stories that were shared were priceless.
I dunno. I'm nobody to give advice........but that memorial, the stories people shared, was imo the best way to pay homage to a guys life. Something like that, is really the only thing left you can do for the good friend you had.
Take the times spent and put them in your memory forever. No one can take them and they're more valuable than any object could ever be.
Peace.
RIP Dwayne.
Cherish your good memories!!!
He sounds like a good guy try to just cherish the good times with him.
There is nothing you can have done don't let it weigh on you.
My wife's grandma passed away, leaving all her life's possessions to the husband (step-grandpa.) His daughter swept in and took control of all his finances and life insurance accounts, etc., including anything grandma had left him. Sure enough, as is often the case, the man died about a year later and the daughter took everything that wasn't bolted down. My wife's family had to break into the house so they could steal grandma's recipe book and keep it in the family.
It's too bad, but it's just stuff.
Try to remember the good times.
Pit Row
I haven't lost anyone that close to suicide but we've all lost someone.
The last friend that committed suicide still haunts me and others because we saw the behavior, but it wasn't out of the ordinary for him, but it was different, and no one did anything. 3 of our friends who are cops responded.
I know that story is not going to help any whatsoever but the truth is that nothing I could say would. Nothing is going to bring my friends back but sometimes when I throw a leg over a bike, they are never gone. I guess that is the cool thing about moto brothers.
My friend that crashed his street bike I think of every day. My friend that committed suicide..it sickens my stomach to think of him.
It is sad that I just want to forget him.
And true character in the people close to the person who passed will always show in the time of death, sadly.
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