Funny time of year this, bittersweet memories and such. I was thinking about friends I have had in my life and I was lucky to have 8 real close, close friends, not just people you socialize with, I mean friends who would do anything to help you, just because they love you.
I'm not that old (52), so it's quite upsetting for me to realise that 7 of them are dead now. One died due to alcohol, two committed suicide, another had a motorcycle accident and fell 600ft from a mountain pass in Greece , one had a respiratory failure, one a heroin overdose, the other one choked to death on a piece of pork rind while eating at home alone.
What a list, you couldn't make that sh*t up!
That brings us to my last living friend. Six months ago he was rushed to hospital with pancreatitus (sp?) Two days later he stopped breathing and went into a coma. He was the on full life support for 3 months while his hands and feet started dying off and his organs failing. His family were waiting on the nod from doctors to switch off life support. Suddenly he stopped deteriorating, his heart got stronger and then he was able to breathe again unaided. His brain however will never recover and he now sits in hospital staring into space and drooling. I have no idea how much awareness he has, no-one does. Sorry this aint a happy story people but it's real.
Anyway thanks for listening (?) I'll come back tomorrow with a more positive post.