A hard day yesterday as we cremated a colleague and friend from our office. A large fleet of cars made its way to Mortonhall Crematorium to say our last respects to Kerr Duncan, who died last Sunday. It was a terribly sad day but the turnout of mourners testament to the man whose life was remembered with love and dignity yesterday. It’s a sad loss for everyone.
Afterwards, I left with a mate and got dropped off outside Clark’s Bar. We went for a quick couple of pints to relieve the stress and tension that so often gets a grip during occasions such as this. We went back to work but not a lot got done during the rest of the day.
A bunch of us left work earlier than normal and headed back to Clark’s for a wee bevy. Several pints of Guinness later I was heading home.
In writing news my short story, THE GREEN BRIDGE, made it to the short list before being rejected for the Night Terrors anthology being published by Blood Bound Books. Very heartening but not a sale, and the fact it made the short list even more so disappointing. This is a story I keep for just the right market when it comes along and so it goes back on ice until the next time. I don’t want it to go “just anywhere”.
In a short while I’ll be heading through to see my folks. We’re going to have some food and catch up then I’ll stay the night before heading into Glasgow tomorrow morning to my sister, Binny’s on the south side, a stone’s throw from Hampden Park where I’ll spend my afternoon. It’s the CIS League Cup Final tomorrow—St. Mirren versus Rangers—so here’s hoping for a great result for the men from Paisley.
Until Monday…peace, out!
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Sorry about your colleague.
yes, it’s important to find the right fit for the story. It’s like finding the perfect mate for it. Hang in there.
I’m so sorry for your loss. It hits extra hard when the person is young.
I had a co-worker (next area over) that went to lunch and never came back to the office. He had a heart attack and then a car accident. The sad thing his, none of the people who sat next to him realized he was gone longer than usual. The cops found his ID badge and call the receptionist.