Last night I found out that a friend of mine had passed away. It was a shock to my inner core. Dan and I had met our friend Richard whilst on holiday in Turkey, we spent our entire time with him and his GF and we remained friends even after the holiday. We were lucky that Rich and Stef lived not so far away from us in South East London and Rich just worked around the corner from where I work. We maintained a great friendship, which included dinners at Wagamama’s, Chinese and film night and lunch time meet ups laughing about the good times on holiday. Richard was such a good guy, a kind soul with a passion for life. Always smiling or making someone laugh. Last night when I received the call with the bad news I felt sick. Richard had passed away on the 4th of May, I hadn’t spoken to him in a while and I hadn’t even been on is Facebook as I just always assumed he was there, smiling away. How terrible is that.. my friend had died and I didn’t even know. I have this huge block of guilt, how did I not notice that someone I considered a friend has tragically lost his life? Am I so swept up in my own life that I didn’t notice my friends around me? I know that sounds crazy but we really don’t know how lucky we are to have the opportunity to wake up and go on with our days. That we have the chance to moan about the commute, or the weather, or how busy we are. Richard won’t get to do that anymore and it made me think how lucky I really am to have ever had the chance to meet him. He blessed mine and Dan’s lives for a short time, but we will never forget him.
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