Gone

My colleague and friend Jean-Christophe is dead.

He died at the weekend.

I shared a house with him at work in Shetland for three years. We were very different, but we became friends. And now he has gone.

Tears stain my cheeks as I type. By entering his photo here, I mark his passing, and I remember him when he was full of laughter and joy and exuberance and joie de vivre.

Goodbye my troubled friend. You will be sorely missed.

And now... only silence.