Goodbye to a friend.
I cant say i'd ever think i'd be writing these words, well, not so soon anyways. My head weasels and lack of funds are stopping me from being at his funeral today, but thought i'd get some words down instead.
I met Phil in the Deco and he'd been a piece of the furniture ever since. A guy who whenever he saw me would scream "IT'S MR GLTCH!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY!" which even though it may have been sarcasm, never failed to make me feel more at ease. Always there with the shots, loud laugh and ability to cause a tonne of carnage wherever he was. We weren't best mates, but i'd always considered him a friend, even when we had our disagreements over really stupid things. I didnt get the chance to settle things fully with you and for that i'll always feel a bit guilty, stupid i know, i'd even added you again as a friend on facebook the day you left us, but it really does put things in perspective now.
The quid bets, the cries of "SHOTS!" from across the room, the silly little catch phrases, that infectious energy and the cheeky grin. The way your face lit up when you talked about Milo and the sheer pride you had regarding how awesome your fella was. All these things will be missed, even the hangovers wont feel the same now.
I know you had issues with depression, but had no idea about the anxiety, you really put me to shame with how you dealt with everything. I wont pretend to know why you did this, or why you felt like you had to leave us like this, but whatever the reasons, I'm gutted mate, for someone to cause so much happiness and laughter, you've left a tonne of people crying these past few weeks. I just hope you've found the answers and peace you so deserve. You have so many friends that will look out for your family, Jess and little Milo, dont worry about them.
I'm hoping you've met up with Nik in the other life and are currently mocking him for his shit music tastes whilst spilling your drink everywhere.
I've been in tears all morning over you, I know you'd punch me on the arm, wink and tell me to man the fuck up and stop being such a poofter, but this is one last time I can tell you to do one, you big headed prrk.
Phil Cooper, gone, but never, ever forgotten.
I met Phil in the Deco and he'd been a piece of the furniture ever since. A guy who whenever he saw me would scream "IT'S MR GLTCH!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS GUY!" which even though it may have been sarcasm, never failed to make me feel more at ease. Always there with the shots, loud laugh and ability to cause a tonne of carnage wherever he was. We weren't best mates, but i'd always considered him a friend, even when we had our disagreements over really stupid things. I didnt get the chance to settle things fully with you and for that i'll always feel a bit guilty, stupid i know, i'd even added you again as a friend on facebook the day you left us, but it really does put things in perspective now.
The quid bets, the cries of "SHOTS!" from across the room, the silly little catch phrases, that infectious energy and the cheeky grin. The way your face lit up when you talked about Milo and the sheer pride you had regarding how awesome your fella was. All these things will be missed, even the hangovers wont feel the same now.
I know you had issues with depression, but had no idea about the anxiety, you really put me to shame with how you dealt with everything. I wont pretend to know why you did this, or why you felt like you had to leave us like this, but whatever the reasons, I'm gutted mate, for someone to cause so much happiness and laughter, you've left a tonne of people crying these past few weeks. I just hope you've found the answers and peace you so deserve. You have so many friends that will look out for your family, Jess and little Milo, dont worry about them.
I'm hoping you've met up with Nik in the other life and are currently mocking him for his shit music tastes whilst spilling your drink everywhere.
I've been in tears all morning over you, I know you'd punch me on the arm, wink and tell me to man the fuck up and stop being such a poofter, but this is one last time I can tell you to do one, you big headed prrk.
Phil Cooper, gone, but never, ever forgotten.