We lost a friend.
It was brutally quick.
It is hideously unfair.
And it has left a hole in many hearts.
What I hate most is that we had lost touch.
Our lives got in the way.
Scrap that. We LET our lives get in the way.
We always say "we must get together soon".
What happens when there's no more soon?
Can anything REALLY be so important, that we forego the precious time that we might grasp with all the people that fill our hearts with joy and put laughter in our bellies?
We are but bacteria clinging to a rock, whizzing through space. Work is SO unimportant.
Hold the people you love just a little bit tighter.
Choose beans on toast if it means you don't have to work so much.
Sod only keeping in touch with your friends in an annual Christmas card.
To all my friends, I pledge to make more time for you; to listen; to put you before my work; to make memories.
And to 'Harold', may Leeds forever lift the cup.