It's been little over 8 months since my best friend died now. I knew him for about seven years and for almost four years of that time we we're roomates in a single room apartment, so we really got to know eachother through and through having little if any personal life to eachother. I loved him more then anyone I'we ever known. This might sound odd but I never feelt safe in my family after my parents divorce when I was 9 years old. He was suffering from manic Depression or Bi-Polar disorder, wich is something very few of our friends actualy knew. The last six months of his life he had started to feel alot better, he had gotten engaged with his girlfriend and said that he for the first time since as far back as he could remember was actualy looking forward to the future. He had seized any selfdestructive behaviour since about a year back but had still been struggling with just the will to live.. But as said, he was feeling alot better and was looking forward to actualy have a life. Two months before his death I moved back home to my mother to start studying again, partly cous of my economy failing from being without work for three months and it didn't look like it would brighten up any time soon. My mother lives in a neighbouring town to where our apartment was and with fulltime studies I didn't have much time to spend with any of my friends for the months after I moved back home. When I first heard about his death I didn't know what to think, there was no precise information. Just a rumour from someone that he had died.. It had been about a week and a half since I last heard anything from him or his grilfriend. After that our common friends started calling me from all over the place. Everyone wanted to know what had happend and they contacted me. When I learnt to know my friend you could say that we united two circles of friends, that later became one group of people that spent alot of time together. And for some reason everyone turned their questions to me as to what had happened.. Phone rining day and night with people wanting to know what had happend, only answear I could give was that I had no idea. It took me two weeks before I could get any clear information from a reliable source as to what had happend. Since he had severed all contact with his dad (who by the way is an alchoholic, drug adict)several years erlier it was his mother I finaly got in contact with.. She lives in a neighbouring country so aparently it had taken some time before she was informed aswell. In the end it became clear that he had died in a drowning accident.. It was in no way suicide related. I'm going to continue this in a short while.. You have to excuse my spelling as english isn't my first language and I'm rather upset atm.. Need to clear my thoughts before I put down anything more..