I've been grumpy and someone at work said that Grey Area is just +35 propaganda, (not mentioning any names Reeeeshy), and they're right. I have been in a bit of a slump. I usually like to be sweetness and light. You know me. It's just that a good mate of mine died last Sunday and it has put a bit of crimp in my otherwise comfortable existence.
It wasn't a surprise, he had been crook for a bit. But I don't have anything comforting to say, like "at least he's at peace now" or "in some ways it's a relief it's over" or anything like that. It's not. He liked his life and wanted more. It isn't fair and there's no eternal justice to it. He wasn't begging for release, he wasn't bored, he wasn't fed up or exhausted, the tumor just stole his life away. He didn't even get to rage against the dying of the light, because it was a brain tumor so he just sort of faded out.
Graham was a terrific bloke and I'm proud to call him a friend. Funny, kind, unfailingly generous, he was a true weirdo (one of those people that makes you glad there's still room for idiosyncrasy) and bore an uncanny, I mean frightening, resemblance to Ned Flanders. One of life's gems.
Goodbye Graham, I am going to miss you.
Graham was a lovely Bloke. I planted his seedling...it's still seedling size
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