posted on May, 29 2017 @ 01:33 PM
Hi folks,
I'm back home now, safe & sound.
Thank you for all of the messages and hugs!
I'm completely drained, but will try and get round to replying to the individual pm's when I can.
I can't remember if I explained properly what happened, and am too tired to search back for my earlier posts.
The lad who was knocked down was younger brother to one of the guys who plays in the band that are my very good friends that I go to all the festivals
with, and often jam with. His dad often comes to the festivals to listen to us and is a lovely guy.
The lad's brother was actually playing on stage when we got told about the accident, which happened about 50 yards from the pub we were all in (their
dad was in the audience). The band just dropped everything and ran out the door.
Someone managed to say that they were just "taking a break" so that the night wouldn't just peter out, but it was obvious that something very serious
had happened because the Police were cordoning off the road junction (and a taxi driver told us that the Police advised him it would be closed all
night). They don't do that unless they suspect a fatality.
It turned out that the young lad had just started work in that very pub 2 weeks ago.
My friend who was playing in the band (and had organised the whole night) came up to me at this point and explained that it was not looking good for
our pals wee brother and asked if I would go on stage and play a few tunes until we could find out more details about his condition, (none of the guys
from the band were able to continue to play after what had happened).
Of course I couldn't refuse, but the pub was half full of people who know the lad who was knocked down and the other half were just there to party...
I felt awful, but what could I do??
I ended up singing about 7 or 8 songs and we then got some other guys up to take over (the 2nd half of the night was going to be "Open Mic" anyway...)
and it was then that we got the news he had passed away.
We pulled the plug on the music at that point and the owners closed the pub, ushering all of us through to the lounge at the back to gather our
thoughts.
The lads other brother is due to get married in 2 weeks time, I don't know if that can possibly go ahead given the circumstances now?
It was just horrible.
Anyway, I just about held myself together until about 1am when we all started to head home (there was nothing that any of us could do by that point
anyway) and that's when my pal, who organised the night (and had asked me to play) came up and thanked me for stepping up when he needed me, and I
just lost it... and felt the tears welling up in my eyes.
We headed home then and I sat up alone in my campervan until about 3am, raising a large dram and dripping tears onto my bloomin phone!
Then I read about Grace (in the thread that Dave (Timely) linked) and just burst into tears again.
Some of my shedmates have commented in the past that I seem to have a great deal of fun... away lots of weekends... being a mad mushroom-carving
forest dweller... camping trips or festivals... music jams etc etc
Well, I DO. And Grace managed to capture the essence of WHY I do in her OP comments on that thread...
Basically... Live your life to the full, try and enjoy every minute you can. Don't waste your time on material things or with people who don't bring a
smile to your face, because you never know when it's going to be your turn.
When I cross to the other side I don't want to have any regrets. I want to have lived my life to the full. I want to be remembered as a guy who
enjoyed life and who maybe put a smile on a face or two in the process. Job Done!
As far as we know, we only live once, so we might as well try and enjoy it.
If we are lucky enough to get another try.... Enjoy that one too!
Thanks again, I'm now going for a long hot bath and then early to bed.
Gx