It’s been a while since I last wrote to you or had a letter from you in your distinctive writing and I miss you. I miss your letters, your adventures, your wit, your friendship, your laughter, our conversations, our gatherings.
I miss you. It’s been a year since you died and I think of you lots. From the moment we met at school to the day I saw you before you died you were always there, just there. In another dorm, on another table, in a different classroom, in another country. Now you’re somewhere else. As you said about dying you were going somewhere and it’s not going to be a case of being able to write home and tell us all about it. You’ve gone somewhere we will all follow at some time and when we get there you will greet us with a grin and show us around.
My world is very different now. In your last months you softened me! I was so angry that you had a brain tumour, but you weren’t angry – you were positive and in turn your positivity changed me and how I see things. You didn’t just accept that your life was nearing an end you positively grabbed what time you had left and gave your family and friends so many happy times. You never made us sorry for you, you carried on being you but you with a brain tumour – in a wheelchair at times.
Even when you were tired out and felt crap due do the medication or discomfort you never once said you didn’t want to see us, you always chatted on the phone asking about our lives and our families. When you heard from people we’d long forgotten about you joined in with the banter we knew so well.
When I saw you that last time I knew your bags were packed and you were ready for the off. You lay in your bed, eyes closed and they twitched, your hand moved in my hand and at that point I knew. I knew that wherever you are you will always be in our hearts and nothing or no one would ever take that away from me.
Dear Charch – it’s been a year and I’ll speak for the others when I say we miss you.