shinmai's worst summer posted:

I woke up, having overslept. It was well into the afternoon, and the house was empty, which was odd. I scraped together some breakfast and plugged my phone in. Midway through a sandwich, I hear a car pull up on the driveway and a few moments later my parents and my younger sister enter. My sister's hand is bandaged, and she's in tears, my parents look really shook up, too. We had a rescue dog, a Tibetan Terrier called Nougat, that had been raised in a family that had completely neglected him: no dog food, he survived only on dinner leftovers from the family, if he acted up, barked, growled or whatever, he would be locked in an unused walk-in closet, and he was never taken on walks, only left on a flyline in their backyard for a few hours per day, more if the family went out for a longer time. We'd made good progress in re-training him: he would let us trim and comb him (super important for Tibetan Terriers), he'd wait patiently to be fed and only started eating after receiving permission. He'd still growl at us occasionally, but would stop on command.
Well, that morning something had set him off, and he'd attacked my sister, bit her hard on the arm, ripped so much flesh she needed dozens of stitches. They had managed to calm him down for a while, only to have him turn overtly aggressive again not long after. After they'd patched my sister up, they drove to our vet where Nougat was put down. The only consolation was that his end was peaceful, he slept away licking my sister's hand and lazily shaking his tail.
Our whole family was grieving, but obviously this wasn't enough. I turned on my phone, and had a missed SMS from the morning - from my then girlfriend, now wife. She was out of town working as a counsellor at a Confirmation camp, and probably due to a combination of factors - teenage hormones, separation, summer air, chemtrails - she was convinced she'd fallen out of love with me, and her new sweetheart was a fellow counsellor, who just happened to be my school bully. I tried calling her dozens of times; first she declined or ignored my calls, later turned off her phone.

It was EASILY the worst summer day of my life at the time, and I think it still makes the top-10 regardless of season.

GODSPEED JOHN GLENN posted:

I had to go to summer school because I had failed gym.

shinmai posted:

Post your saddest summer memory itt and I'll rate it relative to my own saddest summer memory on a scale from -5 to 5.

{ super-sad - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - my memory - - - - - - - - - puppies & unlimited Irn-Bru }
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Bonus points for effortposting and offering support and consolation to other posters. You're also encouraged to render your own ratings and reviews, feel free to use the rating icons above, just make sure to mention what you're using as -baseline.

Now, then. My saddest summer memory:

drilldo squirt posted:

Least you found out she was a stupid bitch early on.

bong posted:

Dont use that word you retard.

alnilam posted:

I cried writing that and i still cry every time i tell that story

alnilam posted:

I was at governor's school, a college-like program for nerdy kids between 11 and 12th grade, having the time of my goddamn life and meeting lots of cool friends. I had just gotten a cell phone for the first time so my parents could keep in touch with me (early-ish days of cell phones). It rang at about 7:30 am before i woke up and before answering i knew something was wrong. Then the first thing I heard was my mom was crying on the other end.

My dog was dead.

Cody was a golden retriever, only about 6 years old. He was a lovable dummy with a huge head and a love of running around the yard like a nut.

Rewind

When he was 5, he had a weird stroke that mostly paralyzed him from the waist down. We were in the kitchen and suddenly he seemed upset and unable to stand up, despite clearly trying. We took him to the animal hospital and they said the damage was already done and there's nothing we could have done.
So for the next month, we did physical therapy with his hind legs, we used doggy diapers, we cleaned up his poo poo from his butt all the time. He learned to walk by swinging his waist forward to pull his hind legs up. He seemed mostly happy just to have us around but kind of scared.

The saddest thing for him was at night, when we went upstairs to bed and he couldn't. The first night he cried at the bottom of the stairs until i decided to come down and sleep on the couch. He was a lot happier.

He got more used to it, so did we. Eventually, he could feel a poop starting to come out; he couldn't control it but he could frantically ask to go outside. To pee, we had to regularly go out with him and squeeze his sides to express his bladder; doing this regularly kept him from dripping in the house and kept him from doggy diapers, which he hated.

After 3 months, he could full on run, pulling his hind legs along with him. And I was still sleeping on the couch every night to keep him company. I slept on the couch every night for about a year, until i went to gov school.

Forward

My mom told me that Cody was dead. She couldn't say much more than that. He died this morning. Like, he had just died and she was calling.

My dad took the phone to say Cody died doing what he loved. He was coming home from a walk and saw a rabbit and ran after it. We always joked that if he ever caught up to a rabbit he'd just sniff it and lick it and wag his tail. While he was running after the rabbit in his funny paralyzed run, he just... fell. And he started breathing really heavily. My dad watched him die right there. Breathing heavily, then slower, then not at all.

My dad described in detail the death and the breathing for some reason. Even though i didn't see it, the image still haunts me to this day. I can't get it out of my head.

I still went to class that day. I don't know why, I sat in the back and cried in every class.

FluffieDuckie posted:

bong and drilldo please stop making GBS threads up ths saddest summer memories thread or i will give you your own sad summer memory

FluffieDuckie posted:

bong and drilldo please stop making GBS threads up ths saddest summer memories thread or i will give you your own sad summer memory

drilldo squirt posted:

I consider this a sad summer memory because I let you down.

drilldo squirt posted:

I consider this a sad summer memory because I let you down.

FluffieDuckie posted:

Absurd Alhazred posted:

I think my saddest summer memory was when I had to read my Mom's eulogy to my grandmother, because she was her only surviving child but was on the other side of the world and couldn't attend the funeral. She was my favorite grandmother growing up, only I hadn't seen her for years because I couldn't bear meeting her after she had a stroke that left her barely functional. I was sad, and guilt-ridden for not seeing her for so long, and missing my Mom.

Matoi Ryuko posted:

I remember when my mom got really drunk and tried to climb a train car behind a bar, she fell and broke her spine in 3 places. My sister woke me up at 3 am and I knew something terrible had happened instantly. I was going to go down to the hospital but it was like 2 hours away and I had to work a 12 hour shift at a pets mart distribution center in 45 minutes or I'd get fired, so I worked the entire shift then went to my other job and told them I couldn't work and they said I had to so I quit and drove two hours to the hospital and totally didn't even think to drink any water and almost passed out when I got there due to dehydration. Mom is okay now, 8 years of physical rehab have helped alot, she can walk but not for a very long way. And after alot of therapy she is in a much happier place now mentally the when she was after the accident.

Luvcow posted:

it was the summer of 1972 and i was an 11-year-old girl and a hypochondriac. My dad was an awkward widower who never seemed to understand me, and as a result, constantly ignored me. He worked as a funeral director and we lived at the funeral parlor, which led me to develop an obsession with death as well as disease. i also thought that i had killed my own mother, since she died giving birth to me. I also regularly tended to my invalid grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. My uncle Phil, who lived nearby, also stopped by frequently to help out the family.

i was teased by other girls because my best friend, Thomas, was unpopular and a boy. Our summer adventures from first kiss to last farewell introduced me to the world of adolescence.

my summer began well. i befriended Shelley Devoto, the new make-up artist at my dad's funeral parlor, who provided me with some much needed guidance. i was also infatuated with my teacher, Mr. Bixler, and i stole some money from Shelley's trailer to attend a summer writing class that he was teaching.

But before long, things started to fall apart. My dad and Shelley started dating and got engaged, i couldn't bring myself to tell my dad that i had experienced my first menstrual cycle, Thomas died from an allergic reaction to bee stings while looking for my mood ring in the woods, and i found out that Mr. Bixler was engaged to someone else. i was the most sad that Mr. Bixler was engaged and that still haunts me to this day.



my grief, however, managed to mend the rift between me and my dad, i learned that i didn't kill my mom during childbirth (since dad told me that things like mothers dying in childbirth just happen), and by the end of the movie, i had not only managed to deal with my pain and grief, but had also overcome some of my previous issues as well.

Luvcow posted:

it was the summer of 1972 and i was an 11-year-old girl and a hypochondriac. My dad was an awkward widower who never seemed to understand me, and as a result, constantly ignored me. He worked as a funeral director and we lived at the funeral parlor, which led me to develop an obsession with death as well as disease. i also thought that i had killed my own mother, since she died giving birth to me. I also regularly tended to my invalid grandmother, who suffered from Alzheimer's disease. My uncle Phil, who lived nearby, also stopped by frequently to help out the family.

i was teased by other girls because my best friend, Thomas, was unpopular and a boy. Our summer adventures from first kiss to last farewell introduced me to the world of adolescence.

my summer began well. i befriended Shelley Devoto, the new make-up artist at my dad's funeral parlor, who provided me with some much needed guidance. i was also infatuated with my teacher, Mr. Bixler, and i stole some money from Shelley's trailer to attend a summer writing class that he was teaching.

But before long, things started to fall apart. My dad and Shelley started dating and got engaged, i couldn't bring myself to tell my dad that i had experienced my first menstrual cycle, Thomas died from an allergic reaction to bee stings while looking for my mood ring in the woods, and i found out that Mr. Bixler was engaged to someone else. i was the most sad that Mr. Bixler was engaged and that still haunts me to this day.



my grief, however, managed to mend the rift between me and my dad, i learned that i didn't kill my mom during childbirth (since dad told me that things like mothers dying in childbirth just happen), and by the end of the movie, i had not only managed to deal with my pain and grief, but had also overcome some of my previous issues as well.

Uxzuigal posted:

Im not sure if I got "sad" memories that I can remember straight up, there is no memory in particular that stands out. My dog dying, my grandmother obviously lovely as hell.. but outside that, I've seen alot of crap and unspeakable *evil*.. but for some reason nothing stands out as extremely sad... Might have been there and then ,but then I am done with it I supose... maybe I've just become jaded. Which in itself is kinda sad I guess.

ghost emoji posted:

my dog died the summer of my senior year. she was 14 and i'd had her since she was a puppy. i wasn't even there when it happened, i was at cross country practice. she died alone and scared in an empty house and i never got to say goodbye

peanut posted:

We moved across the country in the last four months of 8th grade. I quickly made friends with the goth kids at my new, temporary school. My brother and I stayed with "cousins" in Orange County while our dad worked up in the Bay Area. My brother got the bedroom of the oldest sister who quickly tired of the crowded house and moved out hastily, I slept in the living room.

Just a few days after the end of the school year, I rode in the back of the truck on the highway as we moved five hours North to join our dad. He had been squatting in an unused office at his factory, but he finally secured some rooms in a house from someone at church. That dude's Thai wife divorced him and took the kids as soon as she got her green card, leaving him with an empty house except for their monthly visit. The bedrooms still had his daughter's clothes in the dressers and posters on the wall, so I preferred to sleep in the living room.
The house had no AC, and ants in the
kitchen.

My brother got sick of the whole thing and conspired with cousins back on the East Coast to move out abruptly.
It was kept a secret from me until the rental car arrived to take us to the airport. He left, I stayed.

Epilogue: Everything is great now.

i flunked out posted:

my moms birthday is the 19th of june, mine is the 21st, fathers day is usually somewhere in there on a sunday.

in 2010 my dad passed of liver cancer on the 16th.

he had relapsed, and when he did he was infected with hep c again, which sent the polyps that were already growing in his liver to go into overdrive and become cancerous tumors. I spent the 15th by my dads side in his hospice care facility with my brother, my mom, and my dads closest friend george. we listened to the dead, tim hardin and paid our last respects but basically were all just in a daze.

what would normally be a happy time in my family has changed to a solemn and somewhat bitter time for me and my mom. Its hard for both of us to celebrate our birthdays while keeping out the memories of my dads relapse and death.

mister magpie posted:

When my home hosted the worst shooting in American history, motivated by reckless hate for a community I am a member of.

mister magpie posted:

When my home hosted the worst shooting in American history, motivated by reckless hate for a community I am a member of.

mister magpie posted:

When my home hosted the worst shooting in American history, motivated by reckless hate for a community I am a member of.

The Goatfather posted:

A few days ago it was v nice out but now it's too hot

albany academy posted:

I once spent an entire summer without seeing any of my school friends and I was super bummed about it but then when school started I realized I hadn't actually given them a means to contact me

bong posted:

Not to undermine what you;re saying but there have been much worse shootings in American history

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