Dear Fred,
Hey mate mom said I should write a letter to you because you're somewhere out there listening to me. You remember all those times when they'd call you George and me Fred? Remember when we considered changing out name legally to fredandgeorge? Mom never agreed did she? I miss those days buddy. Now all everyone calls me is George. Remember those ridiculous maroon jumpers we got every christmas? Yours would say Gred mine would say Forge. I wore my Gred jumper to your funeral, because you were buried in the Forge jumper. Mum cries a lot, all the time. She'd look at me exclaim Fred you're back but then realize I'm just plain old George. Sometimes I'm kind of glad I lost a ear, because when I look at that blasted mirror and I remember you. Sometimes I think it's you being funny, but the cold, dead face that doesn't seem to have laughed or smiled in years doesn't belong to you. I hate talking. I sound so much like you it makes me want to curl in a ball and just stay like that, forever. I'm not me anymore you went taking three quarters of me along. Nothing's the same. The shop, it's not what it was. I wake up in the morning sometimes screaming 'Fred check out this new prank I thought about' and turn to face your bed, empty. But most of the times I'd wake up clutching my shirt right where my heart is, because I would have seen you sifting away, away from me, from us.
I love you Fred,
Always.