*stands in a minute's silence*

Before I begin, I need to do a bit of a eulogy. Bear with me.

Neil Hanna. Loving father, loving husband. He was a great coach and soccer player as well as being "that guy with the glasses" who was always at Kelso Park. You were a kind and funny man (especially whilst drunk) and you were always happy to help out younger players. We at the club will miss you terribly, as will your family. To the Hanna family, my sincerest condolances for the sudden passing of your father/husband.

Our game today was marred by brilliant sunlight and the dark burden of heavy sorrow. We lost a familiar face yesterday...Neil had a heart attack during a soccer game, and sadly could not be resuscitated. He died suddenly and without any prior knowledge. He was only 50 years old.

We wore our black arm bands with pride for our club and respect for Neil and his family. We didn't win, but drew one all instead, which isn't too bad.

*Sits*...I don't know that there's much I can say today. I'm, funnily enough, not really in the mood. Isn't it odd how someone's clock just stops ticking and that's it...People's lives are changed forever. 

I don't really know how I feel about the whole thing...I guess I'm a little sad because I've known Neil for at least 10 years. I played soccer with his daughters and I knew his son....

Pfft...I dunno really what to say or talk about...I guess I'll continue with my inane ramblings.

Aside from soccer, I went shopping and bought my much needed winter coat and got 2 pairs of new jeans. Geez, my life's interesting. 

Be safe all xox