One of THE gentlest people in the world, my friend (and then boyfriend) Zander playing on the beach in North Wales with the nicest dog in the world (Holly) in Aug 2006.This was taken before he found out he had cancer of the lymph gland. 6 months later he was told he had 2 weeks to live.
He loved that beach and he loved that dog and I know that he loved me…he loved everything, he loved life. He loved his family to bits, his work and his sport, and of course a pint in the pub with his mates.He also loved black and white photography … but unfortunately he never got to see this photo.
Losing him has been and still is really really hard…he told me the day before he died that he wasn’t scared at all…I don’t know where he found the strength to be honest. Why do these special gems of people get taken away from us so soon? Maybe it’s because they do have bigger better things to do elsewhere? I’ve never been religious… but sometimes I want to believe just that.
Maybe he was just too good for this world…but it doesnt stop me missing him, every single day