Inquest Blues

I Rambled some time ago that I had lost a damned-fine friend and critic in Steve Hilder. I have to state that my family and I miss him dearly. He’s been gone now for over 18 months, but there are still evenings where I find myself trying to find his number on my mobile phone, to ask him what he thinks of a passage I’ve just written.

We have his inquest this month (March 2005). It’s so obvious that the Police want the inquest to determine that Steve took his own life. But I know that he didn’t. I have to take the stand and say as much.

But will the coroner let me know when I’m required…? Hell no! ‘Just keep these dates free’ is the response – like none of us have any other commitments.

Every time I see the PRIME DIRECTIVE (OBSESSION) link on this site, I think of Steve: the fun we had in that production, his face when he won Best Male Newcomer (and the looks on our faces), the stupid drinking evenings after a rehearsal, his appetite for life, drama and yet more life.
Yes he’s missed… More each day unfortunately. It’s just another hurdle his family and friends have to get over.

For all those that knew Steve that read this Ramble… I know how you feel… But no matter what anyone says, Steve will always be Steve – and that’s a man that made our lives a little bit better to lead.

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