As I look up to the sky today
So, it's my mate's birthday today. I mean, I say mate, perhaps not that close, used to see him out at various drinking establishments, and did silly dancing til the wee hours of the morning, not to mention worked god knows how many events with him. So, one of those friends. The ones that are very welcome in your life when they're there, and are good fun to know, but when they move away the only contact you have with them is a mass text at Xmas. See, apart from the way I end up thinking about everyone sometimes, I shouldn't even be thinking about him now. He should just be fading into that blurry nebulous mass of memory that will be occasionally poked by a Facebook update, or seeing something that reminds me of him and makes me wonder how he's doing.
Problem is, he died this summer in a motorcycle accident.
It's not like we were close. I mean, it doesn't hurt me like it hurts the people who were closer to him, and apart from a bit of an incomprehensible blank feeling occasionally when I see him on photos, and the stunning realisation that, no, it's not like the movies when they all come back, it's fine. But I liked him. He was a good laugh. Made working those ballache Tuesday Clubs a bit more interesting at least, and I'll never forget that crazy Fusion Formal, where he was breakdancing during the group photo then threw up in next to the seating area!
No, there isn't any point to this. It feels kinda selfish to be honest, writing up this when there are other people who miss him so much more, especially today. I just wanted somewhere to say that yeah, the world is somehow a bit less than it was, and I'm sorry that he's gone.
Happy Birthday Rich. Rest in Peace.
xx