Absent Friends.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012 03:27 am
rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


I've been doing pretty good at holding it together, since the news about Chris; I mean, it's hard to make posts you know he'd be the first one to laugh at or respond to, and to walk past his road and know that he's not there, anymore; to expect to see him playing with Len on the lawns outside the Astoria... and he never is.


It's hard, and I think about him every day, but I hold it together. But today, walking to physio past the park where I used to see him with Len, the song in the video above came on; and it really took a hell of a lot of effort not to burst into tears. I truly felt absolutely shattered, and being in the pain management group for two hours was really difficult - the last place I felt like being was around other people.


On the way home, listening to music on random - as I had been before - a specific song came on twice in the mix. It was I'm Not Down by The Clash, which I didn't even realise I had on my phone.


Before I knew him, Chris had been through a lot; things most people never back down from. But he was one of the happiest and most positive people I've ever met. And I kind of like to think that it was a message telling me to cheer up. Both Rise Against and The Clash were bands he would have approved of.


I found out a few hours later that they confirmed the date of his funeral, today.


Seems fitting, all things considered.



I miss you both. xo

rosiedoes: (Sherlock: Come Anyway)
I will be watching that awkward ginger kid in a film and being geeky.



2011 took two of my favourite bands, my sport, my job and one of my dearest friends.

Bring it on, 2012. There is no way you can fuck up worse than that, even if you mark the end of civilisation as we know it.

rosiedoes: (Mood: Remember)


I just found out my very dear friend, Chris, passed away over Christmas. I don’t have a lot of details yet, but I know it wasn’t intentional and I know that there are a lot of people in this little city who are absolutely devastated by his loss.

I first met Chris when I went for an interview at the games company where I went on to work; he was in HR. And yes, he did come to work with a mohawk and a large spider tattoo on his head. It was that sort of place, and he was that kind of person. He was also the kindest, most loving and most generous person I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. No matter who you were, Chris would welcome you with open arms and then probably tell you something completely shocking and inappropriate, or get his knob out to show you his piercing. He was so good-hearted that you couldn’t help but love him, even if you expected him to be some mad anarchist who’d spit in your face. He was an anarchist and a little bit of a lovable maniac, but he was more likely to embrace you with a huge, “ELLO, MAAAATE!”

He loved animals, and every day, his little woof, Leonard, would come to work with him and demand to play ‘tuggy’ with anyone who passed through the HR Department. They were both so playful and energetic - absolute kindred spirits. I’m sure Len will go to live with one of Chris’s dear friends, now, but no matter how much he is loved at his new home, no one will ever love him as much as Chris did.

I know it’s a cliche, and everyone feels it when someone close to them passes away, but it’s like a light has gone out in Brighton. He’ll be so pissed off if he’s gone to Heaven, as well - he’d be much more excited about seeing what Hell was like. xoxo

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