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Not exactly miserable, but the recipient of some sad news.
Someone I've known for ten years died recently, though I only found out today. He was a bit of an outsider poet and eccentric musician, a regular at the Klinker Club in North London - home to all things impovised and obscure, weird and wonderful, odd and engangingly bizarre. I didn't even know for years that he frequented and played at the same event as I have done: the way I knew him was through the place I've worked and volunteered for the last decade, where he had been Treasurer and then occasional volunteer for some years.
So we moved office to the other side of the railway station, and I would bump into him under the bridge, or on the street, or then at The Klinker - at one of our gigs, in fact. It was great to see him each time in passing to say hello, and he was always pretty cheerful against the odds. A character, you might say. He was married in the last year to his long-term partner, an event which only seemed to increase his general happiness whenever I saw him.
So it came as a shock to hear that he had been in a hospice with cancer, and died a couple of weeks back. One of those acquaintances I was always glad to bump into, to reminisce with and just find out how life was passing; and now AB has passed on in turn.
Actually, I don't think I'm going to be too sad now - there's mostly good things to remember about knowing AB - perhaps thoughful instead. So I'll put the memorial in June in my calendar, and celebrate his life with his family and friends then. |
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