so im sitting here at the moment having a nice glass of red wine, but every so often my mind turns to tomorrow when I am going to a good friends funeral. he was 23 and got taken way to early. I miss him loads, i miss his morning snapchats and i miss his random txts and i miss his cheekiness. You never know how much someone means to you until the little things are gone. tomorrow is going to be a dark day but i just need to remember, its celebrating his life.
let’s all take a minute to stop and think about how Hagrid gave Harry his homemade birthday cake, told him how much he looked like his parents, and fed him sausages before he even started to explain that he was a wizard
let’s stop to think about how his absolute first priority was to let harry know that he was loved and cared for