Ten years ago, Tuesday 30th October 2007, my oldest brother Paul was interred after taking GHB a well-known recreational and date rape drug. Unfortunately, he had also been drinking heavily and once he took the drug I guess his body just stopped.
The funeral was humanist and was extremely well handled by the celebrant, showing respect to those of faiths other than my own (which happens to be none) and I was one of those who spoke. The following is what I said:
There's not a great deal I can say about this except that even now, ten years later, I miss him.
Thanks for reading.
James C. Rocks, Author ("The Abyssal Void" Trilogy)
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