My best friend from age 12 to age 42 died in 2014. He had been by my house almost a week before. If I'd known then what I found out after he'd died, I could have saved him. His death was handled poorly by the police. They did not investigate beyond talking to his mom and girlfriend. His mother loved him but was easily manipulated by his girlfriend. The girlfriend poisoned him as she was evil and did it because he wanted to break up. She made it look like an OD on prescription pills. His mom believed that. Case closed.
He had told me that last talk we had that he was afraid to break up with her and I asked him why he goes "she's crazy man" I thought it was odd to hear him saying that because he would break up with girls and think nothing of it. I ended up blowing off his comment and not thinking that it was that big of a deal. His cousin also had a lot of evidence that supported looking into by the police but all that we had to say fell on deaf ears.
He and I grew up together and kept in close touch over all these years. We worked hard and played hard. We were in each other's weddings and there for one another when we each got a divorce. In our teenage years we got in trouble together. We helped each other work on vehicles and whenever he needed a hand he knew who to call and I'd be there. The same went for him when I needed help with something at my place. We would go camping, hunting and fishing together too. All of that was taken away by somebody and they got away with it Ive never had another friend like him and never will. The laughs we shared brought so much joy and with him gone, life is "less" for me.