My bestie that died on the 25th November this year. We had shared a home for 9 years. Back in 2013, after a couple of years of chatting on Facebook, as friends, he messaged me to tell me he was in Brighton Hospital, recovering from a leg amputation. We became 'an item' within a month or so and we were totally in love. We moved in together when he left hospital and all was going wonderfully well until 2016.
In March 2016, I collapsed at home with multiple organ failure as a complication of a bog standard cold virus. In hospital, I went into cardiac arrest and then spent several days in an induced coma.
When Billy came to visit I had no idea that we had been in a relationship so assumed this was my friend that was visiting. So when I got back home after 3 weeks in hospital, neither of us really new how to be with each other.
We decided then to scrub round all the soppy stuff and stay together as besties, sharing a place. Right up until he died, we remained best friends and we were each others caregivers, since we both had support needs. We found things to make us laugh every day and he was the best friend I have ever had.
Now, I have thousands of Facebook friends and have met very few of them, so when I announced that Billy I had died, you can guess there were many who told me he watches over me and knows what I am doing.
I really feel like replying "He was my best friend, not Santa Claus' but I generally thank people for their kinds thoughts instead xxx
