Missing my friend

I have been thinking of Richard now for some time. I miss him. He was a dear friend who used to call me every day and see how I was, he would encourage me to seek for the highest within me. He had high hopes and aspirations and the world literally before him. He started a business, got married and was doing well, though through the veneer of happiness fissures started to occur. Someone offered Richard some drugs to help take the edge off his anxiety, and he became a frequent user. The tragedy of Richard isn't that he took his own life, it is that a bright flame of life and energy was allowed to be extinguished. He believed in me. He said, looking at my photography one day, Craig the only reason someone won't book you is if they don't know about you, or if they cannot afford you! I don't know why I miss Richard particularly of late, or whether I just wish he was still here, and I do.

I wrote a poem for him which I shared with his Mum Gloria who passed away a couple of years after Richard. I suspect partly because she yearned for him. I love them and miss them. The poem I wrote is below.

My Friend

I wish I could have taken
all your pain away
and somehow given back to you
the joy you brought to me each day

there is never a day that passes
that I don't recall your name
or the friendship, or the memories
that are still precious, all the same

I wish you were still here with us
though you've moved way out of sight
But I'm glad I got to know you
and be blessed by your bright light

As I ponder where you are right now
and the company you now share
I seem to draw great comfort
from knowing you're in God's care

Thank you Richard.....