Reblogging because tonight, on the second anniversary of Greg’s death, this has sadly never been more relevant 😦
Last weekend I lost a friend. He slipped through my hands just at the last moment, at the point where things were so bad for him, they simply had to get better.
He had what I believed to be an irrepressible spirit. He was a musician, a writer, a saver of souls, and people and animals.
Although in my head I knew we were losing him, my heart could not believe he would take himself away from life completely. My heart believed that with enough love and a glimmer of hope, he would somehow miraculously wind himself up the rope he dangled from and come back to us.
Everyone always says “oh he was a good person” when someone dies. They say it automatically, even if the miserable excuse for a human being was in reality a wife-beating thug who kicked kittens every day.
But in truth, Greg was good…
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