A part of my childhood died the same second as you took your very last breath. My thoughts are with your family and friends. You were a great actor and person. I hope you’re on a better place now, rest in peace.
Rest in peace, Richard Griffiths
31 July 1947 - 28 March 2013
Even if Greg’s wedding would have been at the next door of my house, I would have give them privacy.. this fandom is fucked up really.. seriously people are taking photos with Nialls car c’mon..
I’m so done with some people in this fandom. Poor Greg’s wedding got crashed and mobbed by crazed fans. That’s so ignorant. This is his wedding. A day supposed to be shared by friends and family. It wasn’t your chance to meet Niall. That’s just rude. And a fan snuck into the church?! Are you…
I have faith that God will show you the answer. But you have to understand that sometimes it takes a while to be able to recognize what God wants you to do. That’s how it often is. God’s voice is usually nothing more than a whisper, and you have to listen very carefully to hear it. But other times, in those rarest of moments, the answer is obvious and rings as loud as a church bell.
Life was messy. Always had been and always would be and that was just the way it was, so why bother complaining? You either did something about it or you didn’t, and then you lived with the choice you made.
“Who knew you were a screamer.”
“I’ve never met the guy in the next flat over, but he certainly knows my name now.” - Harry x
Disclaimer: credit due to the original writer. This is not my work!
The woman was still lovingly latched onto me as Harry moved forward.
“Mum.” He almost whined, clearly somewhat embarrassed by his mother’s startling gesture.
Our embrace was cut short as her arms were pried from me. She lightly curved her lips, dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. I giggled upon hearing the younger female laugh. Her short blonde hair swayed slightly as she peered around to witness my amusement. Her eyes gave her away, the same captivating green Harry’s held. Jess. I had to be. But my intrigue was soon answered.
“Bo, this is my mum, Kathy and my sister, Jess.” He gestured respectfully. “I didn’t know you were stopping by.”