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Gone way too soon. Music has lost a fantastic artist.

Total waste.

pondering-mouse

When I read this earlier today, it made me cry.

It starts:

I learned to read when I was 4, just as my 4-year-old best friend Danny became sick (he was dying of leukemia) and I was starting to be sexually abused by a next-door neighbor. I quickly discovered that when you open a book you could jump into a new world and escape the world that you are forced to live in.

Danny was the one who first made me realize the power of books. No matter how crappy he felt if you read him Put Me in the Zoo he would giggle and glow with enjoyment. I read him that book hundreds of times before he died when we were 6 and it never failed to make him feel better.

By the time I was 6 and raped for the first time by that neighbor, I was reading at a 6th grade level and the books I devoured were the likes of Nancy Drew, the Hardy Brothers, Trixie Belden, the Box Car Kids, Little Women and The Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler.

This story belongs to a reader called Chloe, and I totally applaud her bravery.

For the rest of her story, pop over to Dear Author.

The former World Rally champion and his five year old son, were amongst four people who died when his helicopter crashed near his home in Lanarkshire, on Sunday.

I’m still in shock. TTG and I used to go and watch the GB car rallies, before the new rules turned it into a joke. I remember one winter, years ago, we went to Clumber Park near Nottingham to watch the rally. It was cold as a witch’s tit, but we stood there for about two hours and watched the cars splash mud all over the place. At about 4pm, it started snowing, and didn’t let up. Luckily TTG had snow chains with him (he was a boy scout), so we were able to drive home safely, although the journey was extremely slow.

I can’t quite believe he’s gone. Richard Burns died two years ago, now Colin.

Life really is short isn’t it?