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April 02 Finally..It was Richie's funeral on Friday. I stood at the front of the church staring down at his coffin, willing the lid to break open and for him to jump out and tell me it was all one big sick joke.. but he didn't. The last time Richie was in that church (probably any church really) was the day I got married.. I remember walking down the aisle with my Dad.. I had a last minute case of the jitters and felt like legging it back up the aisle and out the door.. then I saw Richie standing there watching me and as I caught his eye he gave me a wink.. and all my jitters disappeared. I wish he would wink at me again..
I found some photos of us.. everyone of them he's smiling some stoopid cheesy grin.. he liked it best when I pulled a "mongy" face.. as he called it. He's gone forever now.. buried in the ground next to his Mum and his Dad.. I feel sick when I think about him lying there in a wooden box.. its not fair.. he didn't need to die.. he shouldn't have died.
Yesterday I went to his flat and attempted to sort through some of his things. I didn't go alone which was nice, but it was still very difficult to do. Sad thing was there was a box in the hall with my name on.. some stuff he'd put together for me a few weeks ago that he told me I could have. He said he'd drop it into my house next time he was home..
Thank you all for the lovely comments.
I feel a bit better today.. actually started laughing again. xx Comments (9)
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