Dear Fred
It was mums idea a few weeks after you died to write a letter to you. I write a letter every day. Mum said it would help.
That it would make me feel better.
But nothing does.
It's been a year since you died.
Everyone is moving on.
But I'm still on that first square,
Getting up in the morning I feel like all the weight gone from my shoulders.
I think everything is the same.
But then I remember.
I remember that nothing is the same.
I kept the joke shop running, in your memory.
Percy helps out, but, he doesn't get me like you do.
He doesn't just understand me.
He can't look into my eyes and just know how I feel.
He doesn't share my sense of humour.
He doesn't get me like you do.
I miss you
I miss you so much
I'm not going to lie
It's hard
It's so hard
I keep thinking of all the things I never got to say. How I never got to say goodbye..
And tell you how much I love you.
I do love you Fred.
I know we never said it much, but I hope that you knew.
But now you're gone.
I pretend like I'm okay.
I crack jokes
I laugh
But inside, I haven't laughed since you were by my side.
It hurts Fred
It hurts so much
I want to touch you
I want to hold you
I want to hear your laugh, just one last time.
Do you miss me?
Do you ever think about me?
Do you wish you were here?
Do you remember all the good times?
I know I do. Everyday.
I'll stop writing now
I just wanted to let you know
I love you
Your fellow jokester,
George.