No i'm not talking about epic Elton John hits form Lion King, this is real. Two weeks ago i found out id lost a childhood friend to suicide. A friend who i used to scale trees and build fairly like kingdoms from bracken bushes with as a junior dreamer. You often lose touch with these faces for years amounting in double figures, but you never forget the smallest of gifts they gave you. Her funeral brought faces with fond memories together, faces that radiate only warmth, hold stories between two people only they will every know, and tie people together in a patch work quilt of innocent kindred innocence.
RIP Kat, may we bake like kids againx
with loss of life comes new, on m same trip home i visited my dearest school friend, now mother to two beautiful little children, Oscar and Amelie. Tash is living in a beautiful little bungalow just off the back of the property i grew up in, and the very common i ran wild in as a kid. A nostalgic weekend i hasten to add, but one to celebrate life i guess, in all its forms. Love what you have, i know this never makes sense or sinks in, but i figure if i say it enough it might change something.
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