Got a phone call last night at about 19.30 from my mate wife (kind of out of the blue) and I could tell by the sound of her voice something was up, anyway after a bit of chit chat she throws me a curve ball a very BIG curve ball.
Paul has cancer (that OK we can fight that I'm thinking), he has had it for about a year and he is in a home with days to go and I wanted to let you know as I couldn't live with myself if I don't tell you.
Paul and I live a long way away from each other 100 miles each way and we have a lond distance friendship but we have known each other for approx 25years or so, So on hearing this info I was straight in the car and went to see him, 2 hrs later I arrive and man that was HARD, not what I was expecting at all, (to be fair I don't know what I was expecting) but there he was lying on the bed with loads of drugs being pumped into he body, we did hava a good chat he he has come to terms with it, I was with him of approx one and a half hours and we chated about loads of stuff but then the drugs kicked but before he went to sleep we said goodbye to each other knowing we will never see each other again.
I just wish he told me before but Paul being Paul he is too proud and didn't to tell me, silly sod.
Anyway he will be leaving 2 boys and a wife.