Shandy

Steve died this morning. Forty years old. Heart attack.

There are so many things I would like to say about Steve, but right now I can't find them. 


Last Sunday we had a beer, talked about living life to the full, doing things that make us happy; like creating. He looked tired in his frayed denim jacket. Chipped teeth I hadn't noticed before. That was Sunday. Today he's gone.

Kate's husband and Ruby's daddy. I'm so very sorry.

Bye Steve.

He bought me a shandy.

"My shout next time"

As I dashed to catch the 5.40 ferry

Leaving the glass half full.

Half empty.