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Seems weird to be posting this in a Happy thread, as it's a follow-on from a post I made in the Miserable one, but...
...one of my old school friends was killed in an accident a couple of weeks back. And I just went to his memorial service. The service itself was... well, it was LONG. We were late- like, an HOUR late, and it still went on for another 90 minutes. But at the pub afterwards, I met up with a whole bunch of people I haven't seen in nearly twenty years, including the guy who was my best mate from the age of six right up until leaving home at 18.
As I say, it feels weird that this was such a happy-making day, but it also seems kind of fitting- Paul (the guy who died) would have fucking loved it. I just wish it didn't take someone dying to make this kind of shit happen. And I wish he'd been there too. |
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