JOHN HARTSON

My mother came to the house because I had phoned her to tell her the news. She gave me a little glass of whisky to calm me down a bit. We ended up spending the afternoon reminiscing about Gary, hardly believing we were talking about him no longer being with us. It’s strange to think I fought like hell to beat my cancer and feel lucky to still be here whereas Gary, who appeared to have everything, ended his own life. All I can think is that he was in a very dark place at the time. Maybe he was suffering inside. But he never shared that. That really eats me up. STRUGGLE John survived cancer