Oh dear! I’m a day late with this. So I’ll just have to do a double posting today, I guess. Here’s the letter:
I’ve been wondering who I’ll write this letter to, first considering the love of my life (but seeing as he never reads my blog unless specifically directed to – and even then it’s not guaranteed), then my mother (I’m not sure whether she reads this blog, and I decided that if not, I’d rather keep it that way), so I decided to write to you.
I miss you. I know I’m not the only one, but I also know that I was always special to you. You made such a huge contribution to the person I am today. I often wonder what you’d say about my life if you were around; it hasn’t turned out the way I had hoped, and there are aspects of it I’m sure you’d disapprove of, but overall I hope that you’d be satisfied with how I’ve coped with everything.
I would have loved for you to meet my best friends – I imagine their awkwardness at your silly jokes, them being enthralled (like strangers often were) by your tales, not being sure whether you were being serious or not, and the long discussions you would have with them about the world, religion and rugby. And about me.
I’m fortunate that my best friend of all is the love of my life, and a man who believes in me as much as you did, and who supports and encourages me in everything. It doesn’t make missing you any less painful. He also lost someone very close to him 17 years ago. I can’t believe it’s been almost two decades!
Do you know that I could feel when the end approached? I will never forget that. I will never forget you, and I hope that some day more people will know about you, your influence in my life, and how much you will always mean to me.
See you sometime in the future. Take care (of me, of mom, of us all, please).