I have not written about P before. That is partly because I’m not confident that my words can do him justice.
But it’s also because loss can do funny things to people. It can make you claim a closeness that others don’t recognise, as you grapple with your own emotions and try to make sense of them.
I don’t want to do that.
There are others who knew P better than I did, so I’ve waited, because I didn’t want to speak on their behalf.
But he was my friend too, and now the time feels right.
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