This week started with the loss of an old friend and an old flame..
Marcus was larger than life. Always smiling, always joking. A handsome, ever-smiling bastard 🙂 The life and soul of any party, pub or gathering. At 43 he was WAY too young to leave us. His smile and laughter were infectious – I lost count of the ridiculous things I remember him doing to make me laugh, from a beer session where we critiqued a porno to dancing around his room to Public Enemy for no reason other than we could. He leaves behind two sons and an army of people who loved him and remember him with HUGE amounts of love.
I have never wanted to drown my sorrows so much. I have never wanted something to be a sick joke, or case of mistaken identity so much. The last few days have been full of reminiscing, tears, bittersweet laughter, ‘what-ifs’.. A reminder that life just isn’t fair. And it’s still so small in the grand scheme of things. Families of the missing Malaysia Airlines jet must be going through unimaginable hell while they wait for more information.. any information. I can’t begin to comprehend their frustration, fear and anger over this hell of a situation..
And then the ex-father-in-law has just been diagnosed with cancer. What next? Any more curveballs, universe?
Makes my whining about being overweight pretty fucking insignificant..
*facepalm..
Suck it up sunshine, you’re still breathing.
I still have all my limbs. I still have relative health. I can still drag my oversized arse to the gym and fix my problem. So I am. No drowning of sorrows, still sticking to the diet.. check-up following my wrist surgery has gone well, so I seriously need to shut my noise and get on with it.
And I shall.
Miss you Marcus. Porn and PE, Stella and Storm Watches… none of them will ever be the same.
xx
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