The last few days have been a whirlwind of emotions. My friend passed away suddenly and it is the most painful experience of my adulthood.
I am not ready to start losing friends yet, we’re in our early 30’s, you die of old age not abruptly.
Franklin was the sweetest, gentlest and caring person and I miss him incredibly. I wish he were still here.
Writing a post has been especially difficult, because as I write I am filled with the memory of his encouraging words and particular appreciation for my writing. He read my posts without being asked and always gave me positive feedback, and that meant everything to me.
Being a writer is an isolating process and whilst I love it, you do write to be read, but that does not always happen, least of all from your family and friends. To have him continuously care and show support not only in this, but in my life as a whole was so appreciated and special to me.
I did have a little bit of change in perspective yesterday, and that was to be grateful to have known him at all, and I was. I valued him when he was here and will forever cherish the moments we had.
There are so many things that I feel and haven’t been able to articulate yet and probably won’t for some time. This is about as much as I can manage writing about him for now.
Through this, I have made a commitment to make sure that his life continues to be meaningful in mine.
P.s I don’t know if I’ll be posting regularly for now, please bear with.