23.6.10

Goodbye David

A waistcoat pocketed, walking mackerel friend of mine. 


David was a lovely, lovely man. He was his own person. The dad to my lovely big brother, Roth, and the first love of my mum. He was incredibly special to me, too, and I am so glad that he was a part of my life. We have his painting hanging in our kitchen and I am so glad I have it to look upon each day as a reminder of another true, artistic soul who gave sunshine to people on this earth. 


Gingers/read-haired people are lovely. Fact. 

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