I only knew Luke for a couple of years, but he was an interesting man and we got on well from the beginning. We had shared interests in academia, research and mental health / substance use, and we’d talk for hours about it. I loved how excited he got, how enthusiastic. We attended a couple of conferences together and it was great to share our thoughts.
I knew Luke was troubled, and I always tried to be there for him. Just like he was for me. The last few weeks of his life was hard for me for various reasons, but he kept calling to check in and to listen. He never judged, just made me promise I’d keep trying. He helped get me through.
I was so proud of him going back to uni, he called me after his first supervisor meeting so excited and buzzing with enthusiasm for his project. I’d hoped we could collaborate on something one day.
Luke, thank you for being there for me, for looking out for me. I miss my friend.