A guest post by The Broken Girl, who lost her best friend this week.
Captain Ranty was a dear friend. He was my best friend. I would tell him that we should have friendship bracelets and enjoy a night of braiding each others hair, paint nails and watch The Notebook. (He may haunt me for telling).
A long time ago I curiously asked him what he looked like. He told me green eyes, dark hair and dashingly handsome – so like Colin Farrell. For the rest of our friendship I’d always tell him when I’d seen one of his latest films and praise his acting.
I made him laugh and in return he always listened to my problems. All from my nervousness about my dog going to the vet to crushes on boys that never became more. He always had the patience to listen. Like the time we went to the zoo and I chattered on for hours in childish excitement at the chance of seeing Penguins. There weren’t any. He just smiled and let me drag him back to the meerkat enclosure to see if it really was true that there wasn’t any meerkats either. The zoo was a bust but being there with him made it one of the best days I remember.
If there was anything you can say about Captain Ranty it was that he was a Father. Capital F. I’ve never seen anyone be so proud of his children as the Captain. I still remember the time his boy made it onto tv and he was shouting it from the rooftops. He would have bent over backwards for those lads and you could always hear his love for them when he talked about them.
He was an amazing person who touched every one of his friends in a special way. He would tell me “chin up Kiddo. You’ll be okay.” And when he said it I believed it. But he also had his demons. We shared some. Another friend once told me of a Phrase and it fits in some ways on the Captain as well. ‘He had a bad marriage with life’.
He was my best friend and I’d give anything to hear him call me Kiddo one more time.
The Broken Girl