oucho
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Aged 33 - same year group as me. Drank himself to death though being a massive pub-going pisshead.
Used to think it was funny how much he could drink, lost contact with him over the years but knew him from aged 11 and we were in the same group of 5-6 lads who start hitting the pubs aged 16 for a few years. Lovely bloke, always good fun and never took life too seriously. Our lives took different paths and I hadn't realised he was in the pub after work every day swilling up to 10 pints a day.
Then in September he loses his job through the inevitable health problems - sirrosis of the liver. Struggled through the winter when he nearly died when his weak constitution was hit by the Aussie flu. Went into hospital 12 days ago and was OK to start with but then went into a coma for 9 days, complete organ failure.
Now his Mrs, who by all accounts encouraged his boozing (not that it's hear fault) has got to tell their 6 year old son that dad isn't in fact at a two week sleepover with grandma, but is in fact dead.
Just feel totally numb - even talking in the past tense about someone who was a big part of my life for a long time. Life's a fucking bastard sometimes.
Used to think it was funny how much he could drink, lost contact with him over the years but knew him from aged 11 and we were in the same group of 5-6 lads who start hitting the pubs aged 16 for a few years. Lovely bloke, always good fun and never took life too seriously. Our lives took different paths and I hadn't realised he was in the pub after work every day swilling up to 10 pints a day.
Then in September he loses his job through the inevitable health problems - sirrosis of the liver. Struggled through the winter when he nearly died when his weak constitution was hit by the Aussie flu. Went into hospital 12 days ago and was OK to start with but then went into a coma for 9 days, complete organ failure.
Now his Mrs, who by all accounts encouraged his boozing (not that it's hear fault) has got to tell their 6 year old son that dad isn't in fact at a two week sleepover with grandma, but is in fact dead.
Just feel totally numb - even talking in the past tense about someone who was a big part of my life for a long time. Life's a fucking bastard sometimes.