Strange Days
Strange Days Funerals to arrange and bank accounts to close. Since the death of my friend George, life has still rolled on, but in a strange dream. He has been in hospital for so long, I’ve almost got used to thinking of him somewhere else. But you can’t stop thinking he’s just about to walk through the door and talk about something. Another thing is, I will read something in the TV listings and think: "Oh George would like that, I must tape it." Then realise he will never watch it. One thing... Sign in to see full entry.