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Pete Fenelon
Oct. 19th, 2008 02:03 amThe news is out so I can speak: Pete, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blue_condition, died last week, suddenly , of a heart attack. It sounds selfish somehow to say how upset I have been; we only met twice In Real Life, I think, and I just wish it had been more, more. Most of our friendship was texts, emails, phone, LJ. I am not a believer in mourning imaginary online friends but this was not that. He was a wonderful friend to me, something which never ceased to perplex me as to what I had done to deserve it. Life had had its hard patches these last few years and he never failed to be there at the end of the phone when I needed someone, no matter the hour of the day. There were several times I may have owed him my sanity if not my health. I will miss him more than I can say, am upset more than I expected. I was looking forward to knowing him better now I was moving nearer to York, in Sheffield - I am sad beyond words this won't happen now. I'll remember his kindness, his energetic curmudgeonliness, his Yorkshire-style plain speaking, his warm common sense, his love of curries and wine and good food and good books. I'll miss him, terribly.
My condolences to his family, and to Emma who must be shocked beyond my imagining. Details about the funeral are here, http://steer.livejournal.com/296236.html, on Steer's journal; FRiday at 2pm at York Crematorium - I am going and look forweard to toasting his memory, as he would have wanted, even though I still don't and won't ever like whisky.
But right now I am sad, sad, sad. Even though he wouldn't like me saying it, I hope there's somewhere he's still enjoying reading LJ, railing at stupidity, having a good curry with a pint and watching formula 1.
blue_condition, died last week, suddenly , of a heart attack. It sounds selfish somehow to say how upset I have been; we only met twice In Real Life, I think, and I just wish it had been more, more. Most of our friendship was texts, emails, phone, LJ. I am not a believer in mourning imaginary online friends but this was not that. He was a wonderful friend to me, something which never ceased to perplex me as to what I had done to deserve it. Life had had its hard patches these last few years and he never failed to be there at the end of the phone when I needed someone, no matter the hour of the day. There were several times I may have owed him my sanity if not my health. I will miss him more than I can say, am upset more than I expected. I was looking forward to knowing him better now I was moving nearer to York, in Sheffield - I am sad beyond words this won't happen now. I'll remember his kindness, his energetic curmudgeonliness, his Yorkshire-style plain speaking, his warm common sense, his love of curries and wine and good food and good books. I'll miss him, terribly.My condolences to his family, and to Emma who must be shocked beyond my imagining. Details about the funeral are here, http://steer.livejournal.com/296236.html, on Steer's journal; FRiday at 2pm at York Crematorium - I am going and look forweard to toasting his memory, as he would have wanted, even though I still don't and won't ever like whisky.
But right now I am sad, sad, sad. Even though he wouldn't like me saying it, I hope there's somewhere he's still enjoying reading LJ, railing at stupidity, having a good curry with a pint and watching formula 1.
