I got a phone call on Saturday morning. I was eating breakfast. A good friend of mine had passed away earlier that morning. He died in hospital from a heart condition. He was 29. He was with his family. It was sudden.
I was very upset.
Friend. Designer. Creative, good hearted, warm, funny person. Always told corny jokes. Always had a witty, snappy comeback. We shared a love of chinese food, designer geekness and daily messenger banter.
That night, I took a deep breath and clicked to his blog.
I procrastinated that moment all evening.
I had to look away for a few moments.
It was too….. something. Dunno. Too…. him?
Full of his daily thoughts, his humour, his pictures, his adventures with his mates, his cat and his geek toys.
I spent the next few hours taking snapshots of his site.
I was surprised at how much I cried.
Now, a few days later, I still feel numb.
My soul seems to lack feeling. Nothing, just heaviness.
A weight of sadness.
It doesn’t seem real.
I can’t believe he’s gone.
I miss him heaps.