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Snooker player Paul Hunter has died from stomach cancer. He would have been 28 on Saturday. The deaths of people I don't know, 'celebrities' I suppose, (although I'm not sure snooker players exactly qualify as that these days) don't normally affect me that badly. You know, it's sad when anyone dies, think of their friends and family, etc, etc. But this is making me cry.
He's always reminded me of my little brother. In fusty old snooker, he seemed really cheeky and fun and young. Even after he was diagnosed and had what seemed to be very debilitating treatment, he went back to snooker and tried to play through it all. He was so brave and cheerful. I thought he was in the clear, to be honest, and then suddenly he's dead.
It seem's a bit silly - I don't know they guy, people die every day, but even telling myself that, I still feel very very sad. I'm sitting at my desk, crying about someone I only know from television and I'm really sorry that he's gone. |
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