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While perusing the usual facebook updates, I suddenly notice one of my friends has posted "I lost a dear friend today. Nigel Gough, you will be missed". I blinked a few times, but it was still there, wedged between an ad for Mafia Wars and someone's status update about their school test. I couldn't quite believe it, rushing off to his facebook page and sure enough, there were about 20 other entries from people expressing their grief.
I posted my own entry, still not quite sure whether this was some sort of twisted joke or not. Nobody knew, it seemed, how it had happened. Just that it had and it had been sudden and it had been tragic. Later on Meg posted an article detailing an accident on Sunday night. The biker had been estimated at about 28 years old and had probably crossed against a red light. One car hit him, and the impact of it sent him into another car. They couldn't identify him because he had no I.D.
Death is never easy to deal with, but to have a young friend, younger than me, go so suddenly in such a violent and jolting manner was hard to process. I can't imagine what his close friends and family are going through.
I didn't know Nigel incredibly well. We were friends, definately, but not the best of best friends. The last time I saw him was a few months ago before he went to Europe. He was standing outside a Club Monaco, I was walking back from an audition. We had looked at each other, bewilderment on both our faces at this really very random meeting. then his face exploded with delight and after returning his shirts and flirting ever so slightly with the cashier he was insisting that we go for sushi. We talked for almost 3 hours about many things and I just remember feeling instantly happy about the turn the day had taken. He had a habit of making you feel like that.
I've really never known anyone who loved or lived life more. Say the name "Nigel Gough" to anyone and you won't hear anything less than "Awesome, amazing, fabulous" because that's just how he treated the world and everyone in it. Certainly, he had some hang ups, but he had a way of talking, whether it was praising or complaining, that didn't make me annoyed or impatient. It's hard to do that with complaints. There was never a bad or ugly thought in his brain, and if there was, he smiled through it. He embraced who he was with pride and excitement, and I always think of him as an example when I'm at my most anxious.
He danced, he sang, he performed with incredible luminiscent talent, and I can't really believe he's gone still. Seeing the article, with nothing but cold hard facts kind of hit it home for me. I had said on facebook that to say "Rest In Peace" was not really fitting with his character, and I'll say it again here. Dance up a storm, Nigel. You are already terribly missed.
I posted my own entry, still not quite sure whether this was some sort of twisted joke or not. Nobody knew, it seemed, how it had happened. Just that it had and it had been sudden and it had been tragic. Later on Meg posted an article detailing an accident on Sunday night. The biker had been estimated at about 28 years old and had probably crossed against a red light. One car hit him, and the impact of it sent him into another car. They couldn't identify him because he had no I.D.
Death is never easy to deal with, but to have a young friend, younger than me, go so suddenly in such a violent and jolting manner was hard to process. I can't imagine what his close friends and family are going through.
I didn't know Nigel incredibly well. We were friends, definately, but not the best of best friends. The last time I saw him was a few months ago before he went to Europe. He was standing outside a Club Monaco, I was walking back from an audition. We had looked at each other, bewilderment on both our faces at this really very random meeting. then his face exploded with delight and after returning his shirts and flirting ever so slightly with the cashier he was insisting that we go for sushi. We talked for almost 3 hours about many things and I just remember feeling instantly happy about the turn the day had taken. He had a habit of making you feel like that.
I've really never known anyone who loved or lived life more. Say the name "Nigel Gough" to anyone and you won't hear anything less than "Awesome, amazing, fabulous" because that's just how he treated the world and everyone in it. Certainly, he had some hang ups, but he had a way of talking, whether it was praising or complaining, that didn't make me annoyed or impatient. It's hard to do that with complaints. There was never a bad or ugly thought in his brain, and if there was, he smiled through it. He embraced who he was with pride and excitement, and I always think of him as an example when I'm at my most anxious.
He danced, he sang, he performed with incredible luminiscent talent, and I can't really believe he's gone still. Seeing the article, with nothing but cold hard facts kind of hit it home for me. I had said on facebook that to say "Rest In Peace" was not really fitting with his character, and I'll say it again here. Dance up a storm, Nigel. You are already terribly missed.