Death

"There's no colour and no sound
In black and white town
I've been ten feet underground
In black and white town" - Doves

Yesterday was the best day I have had for a while, I saw so many epic people (some of which I hardly ever see, hell I even met a few new people). I was hardly home at all yesterday, just out having lots of fun, something I need to do more often.

Something terrible happened today, it was such a big thing that nothing that happened yesterday really matters. Everything has been put into perspective for me but despite this I do not know how to feel. Steve (from #cranbaux) was shot by burglars in his home. His body was found today. Nothing like this has happened to me before, I don't know what I'm supposed to do or say. How does one react to death anyway? I wasn't even that close to the poor guy but I still feel deeply saddened by the news. I can't even begin to imagine how it must feel for those that were close to him, some of whom are my fellow IRC friends.

I'll admit I have a lot of problems with myself and my relationships with those around me. But those just seem completely irrelevant now, how could those matter in the slightest when my friends could suddenly not be around anymore? People forget how fragile life is and I know I'll never take it for granted ever again. My friends too, I'm determined to let them know how brilliant they are and how much they mean to me and never lose sight of that myself. I know what has happened, but my mind refuses to believe it. It's something which has never come this close to me before, death. It's only now that its ugly head is reared right up in front of me that I realise how terrifying and horrible death is.

It's going to be hard for all of us to get through this, you will be missed by all. Rest in peace Steve, we will never forget you.