| Location | Taunton |
| Age | 20 years |
| Cause of Death | Suicide |
| Date of Birth | 23/08/1987 |
| Date of Death | 22/10/2007 |
| Visitors | 4,564 since 12/10/2008 |
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he was eveeeeeerything
wise, kind, literate, loving
He liked kendo, freerunning, cats, books, music
like my dad said when my mum died: now I know what desolate means
his MySpace page www.myspace/beardedmonkeys shows he was fun, clever, not a show-off.
I joined myspace when he e-mailed me the address to show his freerunning pics and videos he'd made. He'd just taught himself harmonica like the grandfather Rex that he adored...
I made video tributes to him on www.myspace/garylucasdomsdad
and Dom, I'm sorry for everything, in particular for not being there when you need me.
You didn't believe in God, though Becca your mum did. You were happy when she finally remarried to Cliff.
2 days after I heard you were dead I looked at a video you made - a personal "video diary" -2 years before. In it you said you'd decided that day you were going to kill yourself. You didn't then, but I wish I'd broken my word to you and watched the video
You knew my MS made the journey difficult for me that's why you didn't want to trouble me.(I live in Cambridge, you lived 5 hours+ away in Taunton) but I'd have enjoyed seeing you.
You were my best friend as well as my only child. I still love you and I promise you I'll try to stop sobbing all the time and do some good with what's left of my life.
It´s been what 4 years now and I still I miss you. I still find myself quietly comparing new people that I meet to you because you are the litmus test of friendship because I never met someone who compares to you. I constantly find myself wanting to get you to listen or watch something that ive seen that I want to share with you.
I will never forget.
or forgive you penisface everything is less fun without you.
Thought of you today...
I don't really believe you'll get to see this so this is more for your family and friends, and myself. But secretly I hope that now you are a bit of a bumblebee or a bird, flying around and watching teenagers like we once were kicking up dust and philosophising over nothings in our small town's lacklustre streets. And maybe one day I'll spot you buzzing around and we'll exchange a knowing nod or more likely a stupid joke. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. Lots of love.
I've been thinking so much about Dom lately. It is still hard to let go of the feeling that I could have done something to make him feel less hopeless. It breaks my heart to know that I won't ever get to see or talk to him again. I am holding on to the memories of the good times we shared. May love and healing be with Dom's family. He lives on in each of us now.
i only knew you briefly through working together and through freinds but you were always kind, helpful and wanting to have a laugh. me and si were only talking about you the other day and saying your probably still having a laugh i heaven. the 22nd october 2007 is a day that me and si celabrate and think about you because on that day me and si had a little girl that we called lucy.
we will never forget you we will see you again 1 day
xxxx
Dom's award-wiing Treasure
Dom wrote this in 2007 as an entry for an inter-school competition. He won The Brunner prize for it but hanged himself before the prize was awarded, so he never knew...
Little Victories
When you are as hopeless as I am you have to treasure even the smallest of victories. Then you might surprise the hell out f yourself if a proper victory turns up shouting it triumph in your face. My favourite little victory, in true clichéd teenage fashion, involves a girl. And of course she’s mind-dazzlingly beautiful and smart enough to enrol in a world renowned university but that’s almost besides the point.
Call it obsession but I’ve liked her since she sat next to me wearing a little jade necklace and the kind of smile you make sure you remember. That was years ago and, and to cut neatly between then and now, she has a boyfriend and nothing has happened between us. But there was a field party she hosted not too long ago..
I turned up late due to my lift having a job and then driving us to the wrong field. So after having missed about half the party we made lack lustre entrance that at best drew a few chuckles from the more intoxicated. There she was. Immediately my brain switched to awkward mode and had I not been sober I’m sure I would promptly begun making an ass of myself.
Maybe it was the half burnt bonfire, or the general vibe of a good party in full swing, but whatever the reason I found myself making witty comments sparking a few laughs here and there.
Now this girl has charm and charisma in spades and nonchalantly invited myself and another chap to go “on an adventure.” We were in the country, with a compact castle behind and fields and woods before us. I’d be lying if I said something naive and hopeful didn’t stir within me. Despite the mildly unwelcome addition of another male my wit held and I managed to amuse as we wended and wandered our way to a bench carved from a fallen log. A toast to youth and unchained flirtation, for we ended sprawled upon said bench telling stories.
My favourite story tells of a monk and a fox who trade fatal dreams like a Shakespearian poison. I have told this fable many times and as I lay with my ear to her chest, I listened as her heartbeat pulsed and twisted with the turns of my tale, soaking up the memory else it flutter away like a feather in a dream.
As like all dreams it had to end, we dodged the cow tracks back to the party, the fire and the sedate intoxication of those left behind. The other guests were flagging and tired, in all fairness they had had a full night. I doubt I need to spell out my elation, contained though it was behind a façade of ambivalence, and sleep was leagues from my mind.
So maybe an hour passed, while those left standing peeled slowly away to their plastic tents and synthetic sleeping bags. I, being a million beats from sleep, soon stood next to the fire in the best company I could wish for. We were not alone, she and I, though we stood close breathing the same air, trading the kind of insights that only apply after two in the morning.
It could have been chance, it could have been my imagination or more likely pure wishful thinking, but I swear there was a moment, even a split second, where she looked at my lips and might have wondered what it would have been like if she took just half a step closer…
Like I said, just a little victory. But sometimes that’s all you’ll get.
Dom Lucas
2 years
I never had the pleasure of knowing you Dominic but it seems you were a lovely young man. I have felt your Dad's pain when reading the tributes he has written for you here and on the links he has provided. It's tough being a teenager/young adult these days; there are a lot of pressures to deal with in this life. If only you could have believed that there would be good times around the corner; it's all soooo sad.
I hope you have found the peace you were looking for Dom and hope you can give your mum and dad the strength they need to get through each new day without you.
Much love from someone who cares x
Thanks
I didn't know you long, just half a term, but you inspired me. I wish you had known just how much we cared about you my friend. I don't know if there is a heaven or afterlife or anything, but if there is I hope you are happier there and know how much everyone realy did love you. You will always be missed even by those of us who had only just met you, I wish I had known you longer. Thankyou for being a cool guy, though you insisted you weren't. Thanks for jumping out a window to get my juggling balls back when no one else would. Thanks for talking to me and being a genuinly cool guy. Thanks for arguing with me and threatening to punch me if I won the bruner writing prize (I am glad you did win! Your story was beautiful.) Thanks for playing that sweet harp. Thanks for everything.
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