Over the last year a lot of things have changed in my life and in the life of my friends. After a substantial amount of tragedy and pain we were forced to band together and guide each other forward. I never realised just how strong this relationship had grown until the other night. We had all been drinking - a lot - and we were at a friends birthday party. It was drawing close to the end of the night, things were spiraling downhill as 100 or so drunk teenagers got bored and started to cause a bit of trouble. I was sitting on a couch with a friend when I decided that it was time to leave. I got up to find the group I went to the party with, and I found 2 of them sitting on a bench. One of them was hysterical, in tears; just generally in a bad state. The other was comforting him, so I sat down and joined. To put context to why he was in tears, on the 18th of February last year, his best friend, Preston, a person we had all been close to, but him especially, had a tragic accident and passed away, and this night, the 10th of March 2014, would have been Preston’s 18th birthday. To get to the point, my friend was sitting on this bench crying his eyes out, he was telling us he couldn’t do it anymore. He said he wanted to be up there with Preston. It was heavy. Really heavy. Most people would have been embarrassed, comforting a clearly drunk friend who was crying. Hell, it must’ve looked like another case of “He can’t handle his alcohol” or “He’s gonna regret this tomorrow”. But it wasn’t to us. We sat there proudly by his side. This night made clear to me just how powerful our bond was. I knew for sure that by being for him I was doing the right thing. I grabbed his hand, I gripped it so tightly, I looked him in the eye and I told him I had his back no matter what, and I know he would do the same to me.
Friendship is not an option, you’re either there for the long haul, through the good times and the bad, or you’re not there at all.