Russell died last night!
It's just so so weird. It hurts so much. It's not that I knew him incredibly well or had a really close relationship. It's death itself that hurts.
What is it? There's a connection. The connection I think is he WAS in recovery, then he relapsed and he's dead.
The weirdest thing of all? I spoke with him on the phone on Wednesday. In the 5 years he's been in the rooms I have never ever called him. I cannot reconcile this. I spoke with him. It's the suddenness of him being snapped out of life.
I rang a bell for him tonight.
I will remember him saying I will pass the goblet instead of passing the pot.
He wore funny jumpers.
Bloody hell he shared for ages, every time and all around the houses.
He died in hospital.
