Went to an end-of-year exhibition at one of my old training schools this evening; I was looking back through the visitors comments book and saw that it went right back to 2006, when I was there. One of the comments was from my university mentor at the time, the one who I found out died late last year. It was a celebratory comment, congratulating the department on helping produce such individual work (capitalised in his loopy script).
I commented on this to my placement mentor and she told me that he hanged himself. That he planned it all out, wound up his affairs, and posted everything to his brother, so that by the time he received the information, he would be dead.
There are no words.
For the very first time in my life, I feel the need to have a stiff drink.
Rum, lime, ice and water it’ll have to be (end of month wine budgeting fail).
He inspired so many people on their way to doing good in this world. What a fucking loss.