I went to a funeral today.
I wouldn't normally talk about this sort of thing, but it's all I can think about right now, and the website still needs an article, and our intrepid captain is away.
The fact is there is something about attending the funeral of someone your own age, especially when you are 19, that is somewhat sobering.
Especially when the person in question had so much to live for, and so much potential.
Having a hymn in the service was a bit mean as well. It is very difficult to sing something with an intentionally deeply moving chord theme when you are trying not to cry.
But back to the main point.
Dennis Savage was a young man, who among all people, deserved to have life.
And I'm not plugging some shameless cliche either. He was a man who with his whole being seized upon every oppertunity he had and made the absolute most of it. He was selfless until his last breath- he didn't tell his fellow students he had stomach cancer for fear that we would worry about him rather than concentrate on our exams.
He was an extremely talented musician and equally a very smart chemist. He was very good at organising things, even managing to get us a pub booked for an entire day event for the Livesoc freshers week.
Above and beyond that. He was a good man and he was my friend.
RIP Dennis Savage.
For once I'm not going to pretend that I know what happens after death, if anything. But if there is something, I'll bet he's making the most of it.
