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Vale Scott Sullivan

A very dear friend of mine back in Brisbane passed away last night.

I met Scott about 10 years ago or so thanks to Wayne. Wayne was Scott's friend, Wayne was my friend, therefore Scott was my friend. It was as simple as that.

Scott was incredibly loyal to those he gave his friendship to, and would do anything for his friends.

Last night he had a fatal asthma attack. The ambulance arrived very quickly, but unfortunately it was already too late.

While his death was a shock it wasn't a surprise. He will be missed.

I will most likely be in Brisbane sometime soon for his funeral.

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persephone_20
Oct. 20th, 2009 04:22 am (UTC)
Ah hon. I'm sorry. *big hugs*
umbra_mentis
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:01 am (UTC)
*hugs* I'm sorry, love.
omegamorningsta
Oct. 20th, 2009 05:37 am (UTC)
Damn.

Very sorry to hear this news.
crystal_storm
Oct. 20th, 2009 08:40 am (UTC)
I'm sorry to hear this, hon. *hugs* Be gentle with yourself.
ex_stormwin
Oct. 20th, 2009 10:08 am (UTC)
I'm so sorry for your loss :(
neko_seraph
Oct. 22nd, 2009 06:27 am (UTC)
*huge hugs* Oh, darlin' boy. My heart and thoughts go to you and Scott's other friends and family.

If you want to talk, tell me any silly stories about him, laugh, cry... if you feel like it and you want to, give me a call.

And if there's any sort of memoriam charity, let me know how to donate.
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