Going home for my brother’s funeral. Barely into his fifties & drank himself out of a life he no longer cared for. I genuinely cannot bear how this has ended.
He always called me Lamb.
Just a day over six weeks since a doctor found a lump in my breast during a routine appointment & this afternoon I finally get the all-clear. My body may apparently be fine but after all that I don’t feel like my mind particularly is.
Very much wishing it was this time last week, all scrubbed up & about to spend the next five hours drinking ridiculous beers with my favourite people in one of the best towns.
It really never occurred to me there would come a time when you wouldn’t be here.
Two years. Pork pie & a bottle of Old Peculier tonight, then. For Leonard.
@anon_opin
Will happily squeeze through whatever space you’ve deigned to leave us pedestrians, but with my satchel & its buckles firmly between myself & your vehicle.