2 years is a long time for everything to happen in
When I wrote my last blog, life was good.. I'd found someone who fitted like a glove; mentally, emotionally... and well I'm not going to spell it out on the physical side (there may be children watching! ;-)).Now, for those of you, like us, who enjoy a good whodunnit, where you spend time watching the TV, reading the book and challenging yourself to work out what's coming next? Well, to be fair I wouldn't blame you for thinking I'm about to give you the bad news that it's all over, that the woman I met, changed, that I changed.. that the differences worked against us...
...to put you out of our misery though, that's not what happened. If anything it was quite the opposite. We've grown, we've bickered somewhat but we're grown together. There isn't a day goes by when I don't look over at this woman and count myself one of the lucky few who finds what he's looking for, discovers that he's what she's looking for and more besides...
.. and this part of the story gets better because in July of last year I asked her to marry her and she said yes... and no, she hasn't lost her mind, or found it again since. We've gotten very lucky indeed.
We've two cats that keep us amused and occassionally there's some confusion as to who's feeding who if the various rodents or birds are anything to go by. Oh and a home of our own as of early last year..
All good, surely at some point there's going to be the seam caught in this silver lining well unfortunately this is where we get to shitty part... In all the plans we had a bestman, my best friend since secondary school (that'd be high school for those of you in the USA... Sorry, all other language users, I figure you've all the other words to translate). He's always been my best man, no others on the reserve bench..
.. and yeah I know in all the good hollywood scripts you get a build up, dramatic music to help the seriously dumb get a clue as to what's next.. but I'm not going to go there... You might as well hear it straight..
He died.. New Years eve, around 7pm, a few hours after we got to visit him for what I never realised would be the last time. Goes without saying that his timing sucked, a first for him but he's left me with a b*tch of a problem. We no longer have a best man..
Ok, sure we could find a reserve bod, but like I said, we didn't have one.. and besides it's my damn wedding, and why the hell shouldn't I have the guy I chose all along..
... yes, yes... ok so there's complications but from here on in you get the whole comic "what if.." routine. I've considered the benefits of a silent best man, with naught but a chair space for him, but where'd be the fun in that. Dave told me he'd already written the speech and had material to make my blush so there's a less charitable side of mine was perhaps a little glad that it died with him as the dumb bugger didn't actually write it down, but kept it in his head.
Yeah, ok, I'm lying... it sucks.. it sucks a lot.. the old adage of you never know what you had till it's gone is so ruddy twee the board of puns rang and want their saying back (along with that one!). It was ironic as hell that the one person I could have picked up the phone to talk all this through was the subject of the conversation. I miss him, his sense of fun, but most of all I miss his sense of balance and he left the world with that very much intact...
So, I guess the point of this blog, much belated, is that life could be better, there's been some bumps in the road, some real highs that keep on getting dizzier and higher... that in the main life is good... but I guess one thing we've decided on is that if/when the first little screams of new life get heard then David is a good name.
Life moves on
