Originally posted by fuse
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It's been a couple of weeks since the one friend who knew to contact me shared the news of a long-term internet friend's death. He lives in NI so we didn't see each other as often as I'd have liked, but aside from various internet communities we'd moved through, we'd spent some good times together travelling, gigging and the like, and whenever we spoke it was always as if no time had passed at all. We'd always each have some new thing we were into and keen to share - a new album the other would inevitably love, or a game that'd flown under the radar, and so on. The news has upset me a lot, and it's clearly devastated his close friends and family. I watched the funeral remotely and was in total bits throughout.
I'm no stranger to bereavement, but this has hit me differently as it's someone that's much closer to me - in terms of age, circumstances, passions, personality - the works. It is untimely, and unexpected, and I simply don't want them to be gone, or for this to be where our shared experience of this life starts to diverge. It is a kick up the arse to be a better, more present friend for those that are still here, but before I get to that I need to take some time to figure out how to pick myself back up.
I'm no stranger to bereavement, but this has hit me differently as it's someone that's much closer to me - in terms of age, circumstances, passions, personality - the works. It is untimely, and unexpected, and I simply don't want them to be gone, or for this to be where our shared experience of this life starts to diverge. It is a kick up the arse to be a better, more present friend for those that are still here, but before I get to that I need to take some time to figure out how to pick myself back up.
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