Ewen

Last week, I received an email from an old friend, telling me that a friend of ours from school had taken his life last Sunday.

Ewen was funny, truly funny. His quiet and dry humour entertained us all. His view of the world was spot on, his perceptions sharp, he would notice the little things and bring out their funny side. It is always so refreshing to be around someone like that. But more than that, Ewen was sincere and kind. And with the same subtlety of his humour, he was gentle person. He was a good friend.

He must have been so sad. And lonely. I think we all know what it’s like to be lonely, even when we are surrounded by people who love and support us. But his loneliness must have been just too unbearable. This is just too sad.

All I can think of now (forgive me for this selfish reflection) is how I would love nothing more than to sit down and have a cup of tea or a pint with him. To catch up on each other’s news. To laugh and be silly.


Come away, O human child!
to the waters and the wild
with a faery, hand in hand,
for the world's more full of weeping than you can understand...
- - - W. B. Yeats


We are all so fragile.

Rest peacefully friend.