Ross Ireland

I had the unfortunate task, well task is the wrong word but duty doesnt sound right, to go to the funeral of a friend of mine today.

Ross Ireland was 24 years old when he died on the 13th August. I last spoke to Ross on the Thursday before as he was meant to be coming to the Scottish Mini Weekend with me to look for dials and carpets for the Mini he was fixing up with his dad. Unfortunately last minute plan changes at home meant he couldn’t make it and so he gave me a list of things to price up.

It was when I sent him a text message on the Sunday morning, just wanting to check what dials he wanted, that I got a call from his dad to tell me that he had died on the Saturday.

I never knew Ross for a long time, but in that short time I was fond of him. I saw a lot of myself in him, he had a great capacity to want to do the best for people and make everyone happy. I saw Ross cry, and I must admit that it was a really painful experience, but I know that he had people who really loved him all around him.

Ross, to me, was full of energy. I can remember him dancing in Colin’s livingroom, boucing around, smiling and also, as I said, crying. I feel slightly shamed to say that I did not see Ross today. I could not equate the wooden box to the lively enthusiastic Ross that I knew.

I know I will see Ross in future days, all the last week I have seen him with my open eyes dancing and smiling. So I hope that it doesn’t fade too much.

To Ross….. with fond love & Minis…. Rbz

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