Hello,. My friend Dylan he was twelve years old and i was the same age just 12 days apart,. I loved him like a brother and it was shocking to hear he had died,. I was in the hallway at my school and people kept telling me "I heard Dylan died/passed away",. I couldn't believe them,. I kept saying "No he isn't dead it's just a joke",. Sitting there just doing my morning work, i heard the intercom come on,. They said, "I'm sorry but one of our students Dylan Lee Taghon died over the weekend, please have a moment of silence as we remember him",. I dropped my pencil and i starting crying hard,. I kept thinking this isn't real wake up your dreaming,. When it was time to go to his funeral i walked in and i couldn't look at him at first,. It was like he was sum sort of doll or sumthing that wasn't real,. When i saw the bike he use to ride i started to cry and cry and cry,. The tears kept coming,. Till this day i still can't get over him i cry every night thinking i could of saved him i could of done sumthing to help him,. Anyone have any helpful suggestions on how to get through this,.