Friday, 6 November 2015

Remembering one of the best of friends

Today marks three years since the funeral of a very dear friend of mine. It is not only tragic to die young, but also quite unfair on my dear friend too, who I am sure had much left to live for and, knowing him, plans for each day of what he must have thought was a much longer life ahead. He died at just 27 years of age. Here is an old entry I had written about facing what was one of the biggest shocks of my life.

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