You would have thought that as the 9th anniversary of the death of my best friend, Jon Somerton, was passing I would be used to the fact that he had died. However that proved not to be a couple of days ago.
I was walking through St. Pancras station which isn’t a place I associate with Jon at all. As I came around a corner I suddenly thought “hey there’s Jon” as I spotted someone who initially looked like him, same hair, same height, same profile. It wasn’t that I thought, that guy looks like Jon, I momentarily thought that it was him. Within a second of course reality had told me it couldn’t be.
The episode was strangely unsettling because the feeling of happiness at seeing him followed swiftly by the realisation that it couldn’t be left a sudden sense of sadness and almost despair that took quite a while to overcome.
I think of Jon quite often and he is sadly missed but normally these days with fond and happy memories. In an odd way this is now another to add to the collection.

Happier times - Jon and I with "Fred" the bantam cockerel