A year ago today I got the message.
Alone in my bed, late at night, crying in devastation at the loss. My mind and heart shying away from the awful truth, not wanting to accept it.
My brother-in-law found my nephew, his 17 year old son, hanging from a tree in their back garden.
I still can’t think of it without crying: that you were in so much pain, so taken by this terrible illness.
You have been irrevocably changed, unable to talk, unable to do so many things.
And we have all been changed too. Something inside of us has broken and will never get fixed. Not because of what you did, but because of your pain.
We may get on with our lives, laugh, make plans for the future, but this will always be there: that cut deep into our heart and soul. We miss you.
If you are affected by this in anyway, talk to someone. Tell them your reaction to this story, share your feelings, your thoughts.