Monday 12th October

Seven months.
It’s seven long months since you went to bed, fell asleep and didn’t wake up.
Seven months in heaven.

No more chemotherapy.
No more surgery.
No more peripheral neuropathy.
No more scans.
No more sickness.
No more testicular cancer.

But there is no more you.
And that hurts so much.
Just memories and moments in time.
Reminders and remembrances.

And we will keep on remembering, talking about you, telling everyone about your life. Taking you with us, wherever we go, from now on, firmly ensconced in our hearts.

Seven months ago, you had driven to Bristol airport, with Dad, to pick up your brother. He was returning from Spain, having spent time with his girlfriend.
Well, yesterday he arrived back there, having spent two days travelling. Not by plane this time, but car and ferry. Quite an arduous journey by all accounts.
I know your brother misses you greatly, even if he is quiet and doesn’t show much emotion. But he cared about you deeply, and you have left a huge void in his life, too.

So, seven months.
And we do remember the laughter.
The smiles.
The love.
All we do is just remember.

We all love you so very much.
Beloved son and brother.
Precious Angel xxxx