I just wanted to say that it has taken two years to get over the absolute horror of being told by one policeman that you were gone.
I came home from work late and the policeman told me off as apparently he had been trying to get hold of me since 13:00 that day. Training might be a good idea for him.
Anyway, I looked for you and found you in the Rhondda but I hoped that you would be OK.
I was wrong.
I should have known.
I am writing this on an obscure website because I have nowhere else to go.
It is the anniversary of you deciding to leave.
Bro, I wish you hadn’t made that decision.
Bro, that took some planning.
Bro, I would give up everything in the world just to hear you, see you.
Bro, I miss you more than should be possible.
Moving forward and coming to terms with missing you (SiblingsSurvivors Guest Post)