Bummed Out

A few weeks ago a very close friend of mine passed away. I had known him for 11 years and had worked as his keyworker for the last six. Now, I know some people will say "Well, as his carer you're supposed to be professional and not get too involved". What a load of bollocks. I defy anyone who has had a vested interest in the welfare of another person for that long not to get involved. If I didn't get involved I wouldn't be doing my job properly. End of arguement.
Now, my friend had no family. His face was a mask of scar-tissue, a testament to falls and the epileptic seizures he suffered from right up until the day he died. And yet, he was the most polite, well-mannered and genuinely charming person I've ever met.
It's been very hard for me personally. It's been like losing a member of the family. I'm very deflated at the moment. I also feel guilty because I feel that I should be stronger, not just in myself, but for my colleagues aswell. They felt his death very hard too. I guess I'm just rambling now, but I had to give some explanation about the way I'm feeling, aswell as why I hadn't updated this blog for a while. I'd like to think he's somewhere special now, somewhere where he doesn't need his wheelchair, or a barrow-load of tablets every day just to keep him alive. He deserves that, at the very least.
K. B. 03/03/53 - 23/08/05