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swallowthesound:

Phoebe started changing the bed while I took care of Freddie. As I was changing Freddie into a clean T-shirt and pair of boxer shorts, I felt him try to raise his left leg to help a little. It was the last thing he did. I looked down at him, knowing he was dead. “Phoebe,” I cried. “I’m sorry, he’s gone.” I slipped my arm under Freddie’s neck, kissed him and then held him. His eyes were still open. I can remember the expression on his face - and when I go to sleep every night it’s still there in front of me. He looked radiant.
Jim Hutton - Mercury and Me

swallowthesound:

Phoebe started changing the bed while I took care of Freddie. As I was changing Freddie into a clean T-shirt and pair of boxer shorts, I felt him try to raise his left leg to help a little. It was the last thing he did. I looked down at him, knowing he was dead.

“Phoebe,” I cried. “I’m sorry, he’s gone.”

I slipped my arm under Freddie’s neck, kissed him and then held him. His eyes were still open. I can remember the expression on his face - and when I go to sleep every night it’s still there in front of me. He looked radiant.

Jim Hutton - Mercury and Me