These sorts of sudden deaths always stop me for a bit. Even without any real connection to the person. I was too late to see Frawley coach us, let alone play, and I don’t have fox footy so I didn’t see much of him presenting. But I was aware of his presence, I’d see his face on shared bits from the Bounce and other shows. And suddenly he’s gone completely. I think it hits harder and wider than a death at the end of a long sickness which is still absolutely devastating - but not quite as brutal as being alive and kicking one day, gone the next - it’s sometimes difficult to believe. Makes you realise the fragility of your life, the need to live every day to the fullest.
RIP Spud
RIP Spud