Far out, it’s been a whole year already!
It was a regular Friday night. FNDC was in session. Stumpy, along with the rest of us, discussed plans for the weekend. Nothing out of the ordinary. A few hours after his last post, he was gone.
As someone said at the time, for a bloke with a chronic illness and one leg, he was always in good spirits. He never complained, even when he was swollen with fluid. He must’ve felt like rubbish, but never said a word. I think we forgot just how ill he really was.
Miss ya, buddy.
