theAtlas
On Sunday morning a friend of mine had an early knock on his door from the police informing him that his 22 year old son had been found dead. My friend is like most of us, goes to work, follows the football and has a beer. His world is now upside down.
The football gods have been unkind to us the past 9 days and most of us would have woke up down in the dumps this morning. It’s football. It matters a lot to all of us and so it should. But it’s not really that important. 💙
This is so true. Have experienced a similar phone call although my son did survive following months in a deep coma and left with life changing injuries. But when I read your post it emphasises that I am truly the lucky one to still have him.