Forums → The Tavern → What was the saddest day of your Life?

5 years ago, when I got beat up by a bunch of bullies outside the school just 'cause I had started dressing too much "dark", making me a bit different. The sad day came when I realized that what I obtained was a broken leg, humiliation and depression, while their punishment was a short argue with their parents.
That was.. Hmm.. The moment the old "me" died, and was born the actual "me". I've becomed a goth, but people respect me, some even like me.

End of the story of my life. You may now look away. ^^'

Probably just as many other people, someonje died. It was the day my grandfather died, he was the first person from my family who died.

The day our dogs got put down by the police because of a neighbour feud. The dogs were quite innocent, the police dude in charg just really didn't like us.

Pepper spray hurts, btw.

The day my dog died.

Poor snoopy.
He was my friend\\homework eater <<<(jk)

But it was s sad day.

*Sniff*

the day my great grand father died, it was first time I ever really expierenced the idea of death

The day Sensei Jeremy died... =..(

i have had 3 saddest days of my life

my grandma died first

my grandpa died a year later

then my other grandma died in october

Pepper spray hurts, btw.

Since I have no deaths to report for my close family yet, I'd have to say it's the day we moved, moving away from the life that I shared with all my past friends

The day I had come back from sleepover camp, turns out that my grandpa had died of cancer (bladder) on thrusday, and I had gotten back on saturday. I didn't go to his funeral thingy (kinda more of a party and some parting words before he was burned), mainly because I figured instead of it all being about my dear grandfathers death, it would turn to dukes and fists about the "family" estate, of which was a house (of which had alot of sentimental values to it) and all it's contents. My aunt basically stole everything worth any sentimental value in the house before my drunken arse wipe of a father could sell it to a pawn shop owner, but it turns out she gave literally nothing to the grandchildren. All I had gotten was my grandfathers blanket, of which I treasure. My drunken dad actually had to argue and dispute with my aunt (they hate each other with a burning passion, don't blame either one of 'em) in order to get the blanket to me.
At first I had thought that my grandfather was cured, due to the Chemo, but still weak because of the Chemotherapy, but as it turns out, the cancer had crawled up his bones. I'm wiping a tear off my eye right now as I remember his look on the hospital bead, his eyes shrunken back into their sockets, just so tired. Because I'm turning into such a wreck right now, and the tears are veiling my eyes, I'll decide not to write any more.

*sob*

He was the best grandfather I had ever hoped for, I wish I could see him one more time.

bumpish.

I just thought of another sad day of my life, it was probably one of the worst ones I've ever had, and I ended up ODing but I was rushed to the hospital.
Well, pretty simple, it started off any regular old day, and I was standing at the bus stop waiting for the godamned bus, and I forgot why, but a real bastard of a kid (sorry, but the censoring system might get a little intensive, this day really steams me) started to do something or another that just made me so freakin' pissed off that I actually started to attack him. Now then, call me a wimp, but whenever I get mad enough, I start crying, but not just crying, I let out several growls, bludlust roars, and the crying makes my eyes completely and totally red. I ended up biting him, punching him, and scratching his face till it BLED. After all of it, I cleared off my face (my eyes were still bloodshot to fuck), and went to school.
Ok, so within the first 10 minutes of setting foot at the school, the bitch jumped me. He came over, and he slammed my fucking head right on a metal pole. I ended up giving him a bruise in his balls, and quite frankly, I hope that testicle is no longer usable. A teacher didn't show up until about 3 minutes after all the douchebags cleared out.
Later within the school, I find out that I'm going to be moving, but even though I should be happy about that, but as it turns out, there's 3 registered pedophiles where I was going to move (I'm no longer there). So that kinda freaked me out for the future.
So then, I come back home, thinking I could salvage the day, but lo and behold, I cannot. The power goes out for the entire block for about 4 hours. During those hours of daylight, I was basically a workhorse, and my arthritis started to act up. So then I might as well have just sat down in my bed and went to sleep, I wanted to, but then it turns out that there's now something wrong with my CAT. He wouldn't EAT. Making my day all the lesser, then, I find out that my cat might not be able to live, and what's more, that the person my mother is married to (they did not engage in holy matrimony, as they did it for the insurance) is in 3000 dollars worth of debt, despite his good job.
At that point, I was both so depressed and angry I went to drastic measures, and OD'd on mild sleeping pills. I was rushed to the hospital and forgot what they did to me, but I'm all fixed up. It wasn't so much as the most sad day of my life, s it was the most angry day of my life.

i have no VERY close deaths either, my great grandmother died but i only knew her for a month, it still hurt

*she was 91 happy days in heave grand vovo*

Around 5 months ago, the day i tried suicide and the days after that chapter of my life.
I had no sudden big event like a close family death or breaking with a boyfriend but just accumulation of bad experiences. Bad reputation in school, almost no friends. I was tired of all that. I thought my time had come.

You tried suicide, Alguzara?
*shudders at thought*

Maybe I'm...
not so unlucky.

well, i cant do worse than alguzara. well my saddest day was my 10th birthday, my grandmas funeral was planned on it