Tom

My best mate Tom died 19 years ago today. 19 years? Jasus! The greatest best friend a guy could have. He was funny, and irreverent, and smart, and naughty, and nice, and at ease in the world he inhabited. He was kind hearted, and genuinely interested in other people. He was a great guy.

What have I done in all those years? Since? What? Jasus! What could I tell him if he walked in here today? I would introduce him to Sam. He never met Sam. Two of the most important men in my life and they never met. Oh, how I wish he would walk in here today.

Sad face. He will never walk in here again. That's the hard bit, you know, never again.

I miss you, mate. Or, as he always said to me, I love you, mate.