David Harrington

Hi Gav,

I feel numb, my mind is racing. I had no idea what you and your family have been going through.

I remember our old SBHS rugby days fondly, albeit the average service I gave you. I remember you suggesting one Friday afternoon to get myself to the Windsor Castle Hotel in Paddo for a beer that night must have been 1984 maybe 1985 and managing to get into the pub even though i looked about 12 and watching the band out the back near the pool tables with shag pile carpet half way up the walls. The lead singer was called the king of the things and he wore a surgeons outfit onstage.

Gav, I could probably count on one hand the number of times i have seen you in the last 25 yrs and without exception every time I walked away from seeing you, whether it was a quick chat in the street, a shared train ride into town, without exception I always walked away feeling better about myself and the world we live. You have always had that rare gift to put people at ease, be genuinely interested in what they had to say, what makes them tick and invariably make them feel better about themselves and life.

You are one of the good ones my friend.

David