My friend from works wife just let us know that our dear, funny as heck, tall, handsome and intelligent, honourable, caring, kind, micky taking, irreverent and a little politically incorrect, world travelling, close to retiring friend is terminally ill.
How dare he leave this world a little dimmer through lack of his presence. How dare he not regale us again with the same tale over and over again on “when I was in Ireland”. How dare he not tease me for coming from the wrong side of the tracks. How dare he not be around to share his immense wisdom. How dare he not tell me “Chin up, girl, you got this”.
How bastarding dare he.