Larry
I guess most have you have heard the very sad news that Larry passed away on Saturday. For those of you who don’t know, he was diagnosed with cancer on Tuesday and while in hospital, suffered a heart attack. He was 45.
It would be wrong of me to say he was ‘a friend’ - we’d only been commenting on each others sites for a couple of months. But I enjoyed his words, as he enjoyed my pictures, bless him. I know some of you were very dear friends to him, and my heart goes out to you all.
As soon as I heard the news, I started reading back over his archives again. In the most recent entries he shares some memories with us of his childhood…and those of his children. I just wish he could have shared more…and made more.
He writes of hoping he has the chance to love again in his life. I’m so glad that wish came true for him. His very last entry is so poignant…so moving…I urge you to read it if you haven’t already. I will carry those words with me for life.
Larry was in my thoughts last night when I went to sleep, along with some other people. I thought of Robyn and her recent loss. I thought of my Mum, who was at the funeral yesterday of one of her friends. All three of them were sudden deaths…people taken far too soon from this world. It makes me think about my own life. My dreams. My regrets. And it suddenly puts everything into perspective.
I don’t know how long I’ll be given on this earth. I don’t know which day could turn out to be my last. I find myself thinking about the way I live my life and what I should do to change it. I am so guilty of leaving everything to the last minute and putting things off. I’m guilty of assuming that the people I love know that I love them.
I’m guilty of getting angry with people over the stupidest things…and moaning about my life rather than just getting on and living it. It’s no way to live.
I wanted the party at TME’s place to be fun. I invited Larry.
The story is complete – I’ve been working on it for a while now.
In the middle of the party, I see Larry playing poker with the girls. He has a smile on his face because he has a straight flush in his hand. He’s also smiling because they’re playing strip poker, and the girls haven’t got a hope in hell.
I guess I’ll have to do a rewrite. And that feels strange.
My thoughts and prayers are with Larry’s friends and family today.
He was a lovely, kind man. And I know he will be very sadly missed.
edit:
I've been thinking. I don't want to write Larry out of the story, so he's staying in.
I wanted him to be there and he wanted to be there.
And after all. It's a virtual party. It's not as if we're all in the same room, is it?
And that's exactly where Larry is. He's with us...he's just in a different room, that's all.
Miss Understood
It would be wrong of me to say he was ‘a friend’ - we’d only been commenting on each others sites for a couple of months. But I enjoyed his words, as he enjoyed my pictures, bless him. I know some of you were very dear friends to him, and my heart goes out to you all.
As soon as I heard the news, I started reading back over his archives again. In the most recent entries he shares some memories with us of his childhood…and those of his children. I just wish he could have shared more…and made more.
He writes of hoping he has the chance to love again in his life. I’m so glad that wish came true for him. His very last entry is so poignant…so moving…I urge you to read it if you haven’t already. I will carry those words with me for life.
Larry was in my thoughts last night when I went to sleep, along with some other people. I thought of Robyn and her recent loss. I thought of my Mum, who was at the funeral yesterday of one of her friends. All three of them were sudden deaths…people taken far too soon from this world. It makes me think about my own life. My dreams. My regrets. And it suddenly puts everything into perspective.
I don’t know how long I’ll be given on this earth. I don’t know which day could turn out to be my last. I find myself thinking about the way I live my life and what I should do to change it. I am so guilty of leaving everything to the last minute and putting things off. I’m guilty of assuming that the people I love know that I love them.
I’m guilty of getting angry with people over the stupidest things…and moaning about my life rather than just getting on and living it. It’s no way to live.
I wanted the party at TME’s place to be fun. I invited Larry.
The story is complete – I’ve been working on it for a while now.
In the middle of the party, I see Larry playing poker with the girls. He has a smile on his face because he has a straight flush in his hand. He’s also smiling because they’re playing strip poker, and the girls haven’t got a hope in hell.
I guess I’ll have to do a rewrite. And that feels strange.
My thoughts and prayers are with Larry’s friends and family today.
He was a lovely, kind man. And I know he will be very sadly missed.
edit:
I've been thinking. I don't want to write Larry out of the story, so he's staying in.
I wanted him to be there and he wanted to be there.
And after all. It's a virtual party. It's not as if we're all in the same room, is it?
And that's exactly where Larry is. He's with us...he's just in a different room, that's all.
Miss Understood
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