Grief.

The layers of life have become noticeable to me, how it can be peeled apart, the onion of our everyday orbit round eachother. As we go about our existence, we collect friends. Some friends will be consistent-constants for life, where we talk every day. While some were once a consistent-constant but have since slowed down, as life gets busy with work, family, so on. Then there's those that will unfortunately, through one avenue or another- leave our lives or even this land completely. This is something I'm currently processing. He's found his lair to lay.

The person you want to converse with, can't engage. There's no direct line to the golden gates above us, whatever was said before they left, that's it, that's all, that's a wrap. A last sleep was slept, a last meal was made, a last text was typed, a last hug was had.

Hug your loved ones as soon as you can, I've had too many close calls with mates to know tomorrow isn't definite. And now, unfortunately, after almost nine years being beneficially proactive in the mental health of others- I've lost one. I've learned, witnessed, heard and helped with way more than you'd expect of someone whom isn't employed in a relevant field. I'm just a guy who wants to help his mates. I'm sorry I let you slip away unnoticed due to the hustle and bustle of adult life. Where we hadn't spoke in some months, and I devastatingly decided to reach out too late. I only just missed you, but still, it was too late. I do however take comfort in that you didn't die alone.

Rest in peace, Damien.