Rest in Peace

In the early hours of the morning of the 20th of May, I lost a dear, old friend of mine; Peter Linsley.

He had been suffering from something that it seems the doctors could not contain and the complications surrounding this caused his death. I am feeling quite empty at the moment. Peter was a great mate who had a quick wit and a wonderful imagination. We used to spend a lot of our time working together and playing computer games together.

When we were both working together, the amount of work we had to to do concerned us little as we both enjoyed each others company telling jokes, singing songs and basically making up our own brand of idiocy. The work that we did changed dramatically and towards the end of our time together as work partners, we found ourselves going down a completely different path from where we started. Peter wasn't happy with the direction we were going and decided he would prefer to get back to what he did best and I just kept on heading down another path. However, that didn't stop us from getting together and making the most of our friendship. Peter eventually left our common workplace and moved into another government office just next door to his previous place of employment. He told me that he was only ever given temp work there and was never sure of where he was going to be from one moment to the next, but it didn't really seem to worry him too much.

As the years passed, Pete and I saw less of each other. We found it more difficult to spend any time together as Pete's circle of friends was changing and my family responsibilities kicked in. However, our friendship never waned and when we could get together, we would. It would be just like we had been together the day before. He had confided to me that he was looking at moving to Canberra at one stage and he seemed quite happy about the idea of this, but for one reason or another it didn't eventuate and he remained in Brownsville. When Peter sent me a txt stating that he was in hospital and undergoing surgery for this cancerous growth, I was worried, but he seemed happy enough & sort of philosophical about it all. A period of time after the operation, he was able to go home and I spoke to him on the phone about his ordeal and how he was coping. He sounded quite happy and said to me that he had lost a fair bit of weight over the time he had been in hospital which I put down to the obvious "nutritional value" of hospital food.

About a month and a half had passed and I received a txt from Pete's brother Steven telling me that Peter had to be taken back to hospital and was not in a good way. I sent a message back to Steve to keep me informed of his progress. One night passed and then Steve sent out a txt to say that Peter had passed away this morning.

I'll miss my old mate dearly...God-damned Banana-Head.