He was found last night in his flat, he was only 34 and my aunt had to be admitted to hospital when she was told.
I feel so sad. He had been through lots of wild times, drug taking, trouble with the police, finding and falling out with his birth-mother (he was adopted) and was just beginning to get his act together. He was planning to buy a place for the first time with his girlfriend ("I've never seen him eat so many fruit and vegetables" my aunt said approvingly about her) and it just seemed that after years of self-destructive behaviour, he'd found some kind of peace.
And now suddenly he's dead and it's all come to an end. I don't really know why I'm posting this, just feel the need to think and talk about him.