The way we were.

A bitter sweet day. Denise was a very good friend for long time but sadly she lost herself in drink. We had such a lot of good years together and looking at all the old photos reminded me of so many of the fun times Rob and I shared with her and Mike. It's been an odd day though and I have felt guilty for not mourning her now she has died. I realised this is because I lost her a long time ago. 
I saw so many old friends at her funeral which was lovely and we are all the same bar the 'grey hairs and bad backs' but Denise changed and became  someone I used to know and love. 
All very sad and although I'd like to have the faith so say I hope she is now at peace, in reality she is simply dead. 
I have made it sound as if the day wasn't good when really it was. The sun shone and so many of us reconnected. We reminisced about each other and about Denise who was bloody awesome for a fair few years, inspiring many and making a positive difference to lots of peoples lives, young and old. 
I drank a few gins for her.