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Eulogy for my friend.
4 years ago
I'll beg your pardon, I wrote a Eulogy for my friend as there was no funeral service and no one to mourn him, From your Friend, Santiago.
Tygrus Gustav Baumgarten, Born June 29th 1982 in the city of Bonn, Germany, brother to Tigris Marianne Baumgarten, parents unknown.
By vicissitudes of fate, these children were sent to Mexico city at a very early age, and from there they moved from foster home to
foster home, traveling that country and living on the streets until Tygrus was old enough to care for them both.
Abused, Raped, Beaten but never broken, Tygrus fought against life and fate for the sake of his sister, sometimes begging, sometimes working, sometimes a bit of both, he moved on for the sake of the one he loved, through hard work and constant struggle he forged a life for both of them.
He paid for her studies, lifted her up so she could have a better life than they already knew, and once she was accomplished, she did the same for him, both began a passion in the field of hairdressing, his sister and most of his clients swore he had the hands of an angel, and he used his gift for the sake of a better life, and to bring happiness to his clients.
But his struggles were far from over, once again tragedy stroke the pair as his sister was diagnosed with Cancer, it had already invaded her liver and some other parts, and in an attempt to save her he gave everything they had built, sold their home, all their possessions just to be able to pay the medical bills, but in the end it proved a futile attempt to overcome impossibility, as he lost her some 4 years ago.
The loss of his sister marked the beginning of his descent into his ultimate fate, he tried to fight but it was a losing battle, he stayed afloat from time to time as the only thing he could hold was the salon both had built together, he had found respite in videogames since before tragedy hit though, and that's where our friendship began, in world of Warcraft around 10 or so years ago, I met him and his sister, they were wonderful people, he was the kind of man who would not doubt to take from himself to give to those he loved, and he proved it to us time and time again.
Good nurtured, a bit eccentric, but always loving, easy to hurt, very easy to hurt, but just as easy to forgive to those who asked, he moved on as he lost his sister, until 2020 and the covid pandemic hit.
The pandemic took everything from him, his freedom, his health and worse of all, the last memory he had of his sister, the salon they worked so hard to build was taken and lost forever, this sent him on a spiral of anger and sadness that culminated in multiple attempts at suicide, not one of us could talk him out of it, though he shared the thoughts, he did so just to let everyone know that he might not be around the next day, all of his friends were not of his country, and sadly no people of the country considered him a friend, for the reason I have already established, he was easy to hurt, and people not always like to recognize their own mistakes, so they left him alone.
Surprisingly he survived all of them, and that landed him on the hands of a corrupt, immoral and despicable organization that branded him insane and confined him to lockdown, in the care of some horrible people that only wanted the government stipend, they could not lock him on the asylum due to political and pandemic reasons, so that was their best solution, and subjected him to horrible tortures and treatments no human being should ever have to suffer.
For months he battled and tried but he could not escape the fate the heavens had imposed on him, and on his birthday, in 2021, he was tossed out on the street, due to the organization branding a federal warrant against him, he could not find any work, due to the malpractice and ill will of the people there, his hands were ruined, his memory shattered, his life in shambles.
This past few months he had a rough time, living on the streets, without food or the possibility of doing anything besides beg, he tried to find help with institutions like the red cross or the CRIT, but to no avail, he was marked as a danger, so only a few select people were willing to help, for a time, it seemed he might make it, but misfortune struck again, assaulted, stabbed, insulted he had to run and hide from the world, the suffering, and agony and anger growing inside of him turning him into a monster.
His ultimate fate decided by his own choosing, waiting for someone who did not come, for a miracle that did not happen, the pain and agony were finally so much so he took his own life with some anesthetics he stole, ending his tale, for good this time.
His was a life of strife and pain, but he walked unbowed until the very end, when the pain was too much, farewell my friend, pain can no longer reach you, cold can no longer bother you, sleep has finally embraced you into his arms.
You told me a small snippet of your favorite game, let me say them for you:
Kalahira, mistress of inscrutable depths, I ask forgiveness.
Kalahira, whose waves wear down stone and sand.
Kalahira, wash the sins from this one and set him on the distant shore of the infinite spirit.
Kalahira, this one’s heart is pure but beset by wickedness and contention.
Guide this one to where the traveler never tires, the lover never leaves, the hungry never starve.
Guide this one, Kalahira, and he will be a companion to you as he was to me.
Farewell my friend Tygrus, you were loved, even if you could not see it at the end.
Tygrus Gustav Baumgarten, Born June 29th 1982 in the city of Bonn, Germany, brother to Tigris Marianne Baumgarten, parents unknown.
By vicissitudes of fate, these children were sent to Mexico city at a very early age, and from there they moved from foster home to
foster home, traveling that country and living on the streets until Tygrus was old enough to care for them both.
Abused, Raped, Beaten but never broken, Tygrus fought against life and fate for the sake of his sister, sometimes begging, sometimes working, sometimes a bit of both, he moved on for the sake of the one he loved, through hard work and constant struggle he forged a life for both of them.
He paid for her studies, lifted her up so she could have a better life than they already knew, and once she was accomplished, she did the same for him, both began a passion in the field of hairdressing, his sister and most of his clients swore he had the hands of an angel, and he used his gift for the sake of a better life, and to bring happiness to his clients.
But his struggles were far from over, once again tragedy stroke the pair as his sister was diagnosed with Cancer, it had already invaded her liver and some other parts, and in an attempt to save her he gave everything they had built, sold their home, all their possessions just to be able to pay the medical bills, but in the end it proved a futile attempt to overcome impossibility, as he lost her some 4 years ago.
The loss of his sister marked the beginning of his descent into his ultimate fate, he tried to fight but it was a losing battle, he stayed afloat from time to time as the only thing he could hold was the salon both had built together, he had found respite in videogames since before tragedy hit though, and that's where our friendship began, in world of Warcraft around 10 or so years ago, I met him and his sister, they were wonderful people, he was the kind of man who would not doubt to take from himself to give to those he loved, and he proved it to us time and time again.
Good nurtured, a bit eccentric, but always loving, easy to hurt, very easy to hurt, but just as easy to forgive to those who asked, he moved on as he lost his sister, until 2020 and the covid pandemic hit.
The pandemic took everything from him, his freedom, his health and worse of all, the last memory he had of his sister, the salon they worked so hard to build was taken and lost forever, this sent him on a spiral of anger and sadness that culminated in multiple attempts at suicide, not one of us could talk him out of it, though he shared the thoughts, he did so just to let everyone know that he might not be around the next day, all of his friends were not of his country, and sadly no people of the country considered him a friend, for the reason I have already established, he was easy to hurt, and people not always like to recognize their own mistakes, so they left him alone.
Surprisingly he survived all of them, and that landed him on the hands of a corrupt, immoral and despicable organization that branded him insane and confined him to lockdown, in the care of some horrible people that only wanted the government stipend, they could not lock him on the asylum due to political and pandemic reasons, so that was their best solution, and subjected him to horrible tortures and treatments no human being should ever have to suffer.
For months he battled and tried but he could not escape the fate the heavens had imposed on him, and on his birthday, in 2021, he was tossed out on the street, due to the organization branding a federal warrant against him, he could not find any work, due to the malpractice and ill will of the people there, his hands were ruined, his memory shattered, his life in shambles.
This past few months he had a rough time, living on the streets, without food or the possibility of doing anything besides beg, he tried to find help with institutions like the red cross or the CRIT, but to no avail, he was marked as a danger, so only a few select people were willing to help, for a time, it seemed he might make it, but misfortune struck again, assaulted, stabbed, insulted he had to run and hide from the world, the suffering, and agony and anger growing inside of him turning him into a monster.
His ultimate fate decided by his own choosing, waiting for someone who did not come, for a miracle that did not happen, the pain and agony were finally so much so he took his own life with some anesthetics he stole, ending his tale, for good this time.
His was a life of strife and pain, but he walked unbowed until the very end, when the pain was too much, farewell my friend, pain can no longer reach you, cold can no longer bother you, sleep has finally embraced you into his arms.
You told me a small snippet of your favorite game, let me say them for you:
Kalahira, mistress of inscrutable depths, I ask forgiveness.
Kalahira, whose waves wear down stone and sand.
Kalahira, wash the sins from this one and set him on the distant shore of the infinite spirit.
Kalahira, this one’s heart is pure but beset by wickedness and contention.
Guide this one to where the traveler never tires, the lover never leaves, the hungry never starve.
Guide this one, Kalahira, and he will be a companion to you as he was to me.
Farewell my friend Tygrus, you were loved, even if you could not see it at the end.
