Sixes and sevens …

A man I liked but was not close to died yesterday. I'm torn between great sadness, because he was a gentle and kind person who has left behind a lovely young son and a wife who cared for him deeply, and crossness, because his cancer came about through 30 years of smoking with a layer of ignoring all the OH&S rules for crafting on top of that.

And I know it's not polite or 'appropriate' to be cross, but his death is a waste. I know what it's like to lose your father when you are young, and it is really hard. I know for a fact he wished he had made different choices, but am angry with him for not doing that for years and years. Base your health choices on the next 30 or 60 years, my friends. I grew up around healthy and active octogenarians and nonagenarians (if we can avoid people trying to kill us on the road, people in my family live a long time), and surely that should be the sort of life we make our health choices based on.

Fuck it, I'm going to finish my stretches and get an early night. Recs tomorrow.

pinkdiamond, I am thinking you a happy birthday in my head, but will send proper wishes tomorrow and try to get to NZ to see you this year!