I only knew Karsen for a short amount of time. I met him in the hospital and unfortunately only had about 2 1/2 weeks together.
I’m older than him and immediately took him on as my little brother, giving him life advice and probably annoying him sometimes with some of it. But he always listened and took what I said to heart. We ate every meal together, played every video game and colored together when we could; we were inseparable.
He looked up to me like an older sister with good advice, but what I don’t think he realized is how much comfort he brought me. The hospital isn’t a fun place and knowing he’d be there when I woke up to eat breakfast with, that’s what got me out of bed.
He got out of the hospital before me and it was really hard for me to finish the rest of my stay. I didn’t have anyone else I was close with and was lonely. But I knew we’d speak again.
Shortly after I got out of the hospital, sure enough, I got a text from him. He texted me, without fail, multiple times every day to see how I was doing. I came out of the hospital much worse off than when I started and he was really worried for me. He sent me a long text telling me how much I helped him and how much I meant to him and he hoped he could help me just as much.
His last text to me was on December 28th and it was to check on me. That entire time I didn’t know he was struggling. He only wanted to make sure I was okay. I wish I would have known.
Karsen was an angel. One of the best people I’ve ever met. Finding out today that he had been struggling just as much as I was and just couldn’t do it anymore… it’s leaving me absolutely crushed.
Anyone who knew him was lucky to have him in their lives. He was truly a very very special person and I will miss him terribly.
