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A few weeks ago a very good man left this earth and moved on to what he always believed to be a better place.  He was in his early thirties, in an apparently good state of health and had been married for just 21 days when he suddenly collapsed, suffered a brain haemorrhage and died. He’d just got home from his honeymoon, where he spent a few weeks travelling around his country, Sri Lanka, which he loved so much. And he died.  He was somebody’s son, he was somebody’s husband, and he was many people’s friend. He was my friend.  Above all else, he was a very good man. I don’t think anyone who ever came across him would have had a bad word to say about him.  Although I didn’t know him for very long, his passing had a profound effect on me. More than I would have believed…

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When you’re waiting for something, eagerly anticipating the arrival of your favourite season or perhaps a much awaited holiday, three months seems like an absolute…

Death is a funny thing. Except it’s not. It’s not funny at all, and whoever first said it has a warped sense of humour. Yeah, I know, they probably meant funny peculiar as opposed to funny ha-ha, but I don’t care. It’s still a stupid way of describing it. Because death is not funny. Death is a cloud. A big, black cloud. It creeps up on you little by little. Sometimes you notice it, sometimes it springs up out of nowhere. In both cases by the time the cloud makes its presence known, it’s too late. You can’t do anything to stop it. It swoops down, shrouds you in this big, dark mass, causes havoc for five minutes and then BAM, it’s gone and all is peaceful again. The cloud has gone, but it’s taken somebody with it. Somebody you love. For a while, although the big black cloud is gone there’s a…