At Bob's funeral
My friend Bob died recently of a brain tumour - a long, painful horrible struggle that you wouldn't put an animal through.
His funeral was this afternoon, a gloriously sunny day that Bob would've loved. It was a simple service - the eulogy was given by Bob's ex-lover Edouard (that's how Edouard described them, so I won't use the word 'partner') and was, as these things always are, very moving. Lovely music - Barbra Streisand (a big show tune I didn't know from 'Yentl') and "He Was A Friend Of Mine" by Willie Nelson.
At one point, the minister said that he liked to think that heaven will be full of the things Bob loved best. An old friend, Steve, sitting next to me caught my eye and I whispered to him "are you thinking what I'm thinking?" "Cock and vodka?" "Yep". *smile*
I'll miss ya, mate. R.I.P. Bob.