Mixed Feelings for my March trip
Posted: Mon 9th Jan 2017 07:27 pm
My lovely wife booked me flights as a Christmas gift as instructed so all booked in for 2nd - 6th March. Trip 28 I believe.
Upon telling a good friend who lives in Amsterdam, and I'd not heard from for a few months he advised me he'd be looking forward to hooking up. However, he'd had a bad few months.
After more questions, it transpires his daughter, who'd beaten leukemia last year, had taken a bad turn and left us at the end of the year. He then told me he'd himself been diagnosed with cancer which has now spread to 3 places. Prognosis is not good but he has another scan in Feb so praying for better news. A bad few months is a fucking understatement.
We worked together for many years at a media agency in Kensington, London. We had so much fun, so much drink and did some good work. It's so sad it's coming to this. I told the other member of our team, who now lives in Syndey and he'd booked his flights in minutes.
So now, what was planned as a trip for me to try lots of new strains and read a couple of books has turned into an old team outing and a likely last goodbye to a dear friend.
Not sure why I've posted all this info, call it cathartic, called it stoned emotions and just wanting to talk about it, I don't know? I hope I havent bummed anyone out? He's a great guy, who's had a great life and is still smiling now.
But as I said at the beginning a trip I am really looking forward to and one I'm unlikely to forget.
Upon telling a good friend who lives in Amsterdam, and I'd not heard from for a few months he advised me he'd be looking forward to hooking up. However, he'd had a bad few months.
After more questions, it transpires his daughter, who'd beaten leukemia last year, had taken a bad turn and left us at the end of the year. He then told me he'd himself been diagnosed with cancer which has now spread to 3 places. Prognosis is not good but he has another scan in Feb so praying for better news. A bad few months is a fucking understatement.
We worked together for many years at a media agency in Kensington, London. We had so much fun, so much drink and did some good work. It's so sad it's coming to this. I told the other member of our team, who now lives in Syndey and he'd booked his flights in minutes.
So now, what was planned as a trip for me to try lots of new strains and read a couple of books has turned into an old team outing and a likely last goodbye to a dear friend.
Not sure why I've posted all this info, call it cathartic, called it stoned emotions and just wanting to talk about it, I don't know? I hope I havent bummed anyone out? He's a great guy, who's had a great life and is still smiling now.
But as I said at the beginning a trip I am really looking forward to and one I'm unlikely to forget.
