It's been two years since FP passed away. I can't remember the exact date, but it was today or yesterday. It was definitely this date that Mrs FP called to give me the news. It wasn't unexpected. He'd been ill for some time, but it was still difficult news to take.
I'd lost people close to me before, but FP was different. We'd see each other frequently, we'd message nearly daily and, with KfW2 and USHW, he was one of few people who really knew me. He was my sounding board, offering advice when needed. And the gap he left hasn't yet been filled.
And it might go without saying after the last paragraph, but I still miss him.
Facebook memories around this time are difficult as we'd been to a few gigs and taken more than a few pictures.
I really should get in touch with Mrs FP. I feel kin da guilty that I've not been in touch even though I always got the feeling that she didn't like me but was glad that I occupied FP so she could spend time with her family. She was extremely close to her family to a point that felt wrong to me.
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