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I just fall over, get totally Ratarsed and feel like shite! Hey......it works for me!

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Get pissed.

At the funeral wear you best bib and tucker and get pissed some more.

Gore.

Thank God it was him and not you, then have a few drinks to his memory.

Mourn his death, then go down the boozer and celebrate his life.

All of the above.

as we`re all wired up differently, i suppose we mourn differently, but at the end of the day, we should remember his/her life, and not the passing over. Remember that there is always someone worse off than yourself,Still get rat arsed though, cheers

Booze dosen't do it for me any more. I take comfort from the words we hear every Rememberance Sunday.
"They shall not grow old as we grow old
Age shall not weary them nor the years condemn".
As I grow older and more rickety, the old bod starting to pack up and my brain going soft, I sometimes think that those who have gone have the best of it.
We don't greive for them we greive for ourselves and a part of our lives we can never relive. I believe no one dies if we keep them alive in our memory.
Who knows, one day we may all meet up again in another life.

dootybooty wrote: I believe no one dies if we keep them alive in our memory.

My sentiments exactly.... At quiet periods I often think about Palls, Family and Loved ones who have passed on. It is while they are continue to be remembered, their memory is kept alive.
I am not a religious man, how ever the thought of a 'Here after' sounds good to me! Just think of the pissup when you arrive

I have been pretty crap in the past. No booze, until the send-off of course, because when I wake up it seems worse. I'm not a demonstrative person and I've tended to visit planet Sully for a few days and am not really with it - so many memories to enjoy. A few years back a secretary where I worked said "it's a good job you weren't with him". 'I wish I was' thought I.

The only tonic is to be around people who know and care. Luckily you have something on the cards which I hope will do you a power of good. I wish I could be there mucker but Sully-world is spinning a bit faster on its axis than is comfortable at the mo' - all in hand though. Make sure you go to the funeral, and please have a tot for me.

Sounds like another good'un crosses the bar. RIP Royal.

I remember when my little brother was killed in a bike accident in 2001. I ws gutted, my daughter was only 2 and my little boy was only 6 months old and I had named him after my brother. I have had a serious reflection about my own mortality since. At the time I thought how could a good clean living bloke who was at Cambridge university was aiming to go into the RM as an officer, a good person, just be wiped out by an idiot who did'nt check his wing mirror?

I got pissed and was a shit to my wife, ignored my children etc and generally felt sorry for myself. Then I realised that the last thing he would have wanted was me to feel sorry for myself and waste my life grieving for him.

I reckon they go somewhere, at least I hope they do. I hear him now in my sons laughter and I know he is not far away.

Heres to them. Soldiers and Brothers and all others. Live life for yourselves and each other. like Mike said think of the piss up when we get there!!

Cbore

A good mate of mine at uni passed away in his sleep a few months ago, his heart just stopped and he never woke up. It was devastating news...im only just over it. We all went for a curry to celebrate his life. Its a cliche but time does heal.

My best oppo was my Father.
When he died two years ago after a long and drawn out illness(Not helped by the NHS)It devestated me.Drinking did not help,neither did friends or remaining family.I got over it by remembering his laugh,so full of life and
humor,well thats it for me.
Wholley.

When my grandfather passed away last October I found myself to be distant to the rest of my families suffering, they were showing their pain in a way that I couldn’t. I loved him like a father, I said my good bye and that was it...

He was a strong man who wouldn’t want people weeping over his passing, so I didn’t... it doesn’t bring people back, just remember the good in them and they never truly die...


lew

Fact of life, mate. We, all of us, crack on as though we`re immortal. Face it. We aren`t.
" Grief is a natural part of the healing process blah blah" and it`s shite. It`s absolutely farking shite to look at phots of someone, months/years after they`ve gone, and think"ring him today " Then it hits you all over again. You can`t ring him, not today, not tomorrow, not ever. He`s dead.
This is the truth Steve, and it`s farking hard.
Said elsewhere, you never get over it, you just get used to it
Btw, getting pissed doesn`t ever help any problem. It merely delays you finding your own solution.
Here`s to your oppo, Ste, remember the positives
Aye,