Absent Friends...
...here's to them. I'm raising my glass as I type.

There is never a good time to lose a friend, much less a brother. My thoughts and sympathies are with you, your family, and all who knew him.

Reading those tales; well, he had a few character features that seem less-than-stellar, as do we all; but in my opinion these are well outweighed by the fact that not everyone would jump down a twelve-foot drop to help someone in bother. The consequences if he'd landed badly (from a height of about two tall men), are all too obvious, and things wouldn't have ended well for either of you.

PS: But you already know that. I'm just trying to say that the world is the poorer for his absence. I'm not going to spout some hippy bollocks about how 'as long as you remember him he's never really gone'. I don't think that's what you want to hear right now. All I can say is that I hope the pain fades soon; if you realise you haven't thought of him for awhile don't feel guilty; and I think rather than mourn a death, it's healthier to celebrate a life.

I can only apologise if this post is even slightly rambling, incoherent, and schmaltzy. While I have been fortunate enough not to know your exact suffering, some parts have struck a chord and I'm a little emotional myself. Take care.
(The Incredible Sulk Finally remembered his password on, Tue 25 Nov 2008, 21:30, Reply)