Happy Birthday, Angel
Today is Seb’s 22 birthday. He’s celebrating it in Heaven.
His final LiveJournal posts reads:
4/6th of radiation treatement done.
2 more treatements tomorrow.
7:15 before last radiation
16:45 last radiation
24:00 bone marrow transplant
wish me luck, I guess.
so far, so good.
minus the scariest nose bleed happening last night.
it just wouldn’t stop.
3 hours of waterfalling-esque nose bleeding
hope it doesnt happen again, scary stuff.
no visitors for the next 2-3 weeks.
not like I was getting any anyways.
except from sarah, cause she’s radical.
and amanda, because she’s cool.
I never met Seb. We went to a lot of the same shows and I always saw him around town. We were both invited to the same MSN group conversations. I became his MySpace friend and added him to LiveJournal.
He had Leukemia, but was mostly healthy for the first couple years I knew him. Then his LJ posts got sad and scary. He was hospitalized and he was really sick. His friends visited him in the hospital and had PlayStation parties.
He had a beautiful girlfriend. I never met her. I didn’t even see her in person. But, I followed everything about them from PunkOttawa.com (a big deal forum in the Ottawa music scene), their MySpace pages and LJs.
One day, he made a post about deleting many of his LJ friends because it was too hard to read the silly teenage ramblings of emo kids (description mine, not his) when he was going through so much. He got rid of IRL friends, but he kept me. I was so incredibly touched.
He passed away almost three years ago on April 30, 2006. He had just turned 19. His mom and little brother signed up to PunkOttawa to be part of what Seb’s life was. His mom made a MySpace page so she could keep in touch with his friends and leave comments on her son’s page.
His friends still leave comments for him all the time. They tell him what’s new in their lives and say they miss him.
I had never been more upset about someone passing away. It was so tragic. I spent so much time trying to feel what his family and girlfriend were feeling. They were so strong. Stronger than I’m even being right now.
We never really had any mutual friends, so no one knows how much his time with us means to me.
Years ago, I wrote to a boy in Indiana and he wrote me back. This went on for a couple years and I always thought I was in love with him. I compiled and edited all our notes to each other and changed all the characters’ names. I am Sarah (Seb’s once girlfriend) and the Indiana boy is Seb. The name of the book is Sarah and Sebastian. If I ever do anything significant with it, I can’t wait to tell Sarah my story.
I just checked my LJ account, noticed today is his birthday and wanted to tell this story.
