Dear Fred,
I want to tell you that it is easy being here without you. But I know you won't believe it. Being twins and all, you know me better than anyone. I want to say that I have moved on. But really though? How can you move on when you are my family? You loved laughter and happiness and pranking; and I haven't found a better partner in crime than you. I try Fred, I try every day to get out of bed, eat breakfast and go run the shop. You know what? That shouldn't take so much effort. I shouldn't have to try and do it. I should want to get up and see a new day. I should want to make the children laugh and see my baby sister fall in love. Without you everything seems grey. You shouldn't have gone Freddie, it wasn't your time to leave me. You're probably thinking I'm being selfish right now, but I'm hoping that wherever you are, you're missing me as much as I miss you. You are probably tired of hearing this all the time so I guess I should update you on everything that happened here.
Ginny is getting married. Would you expect it to be anyone other than Harry?
And Harry? I think he's coping the best he can with losing the last connection he had to his father and mother. I mean you never would have guessed greasy old Snape could fall in love with anything other than potions.
Ron is being a tosser as usual. His "one and only love" finally got some sense knocked into him and dumped him on his arse. That's right I was as surprised as I'm sure you are. The brainy Hermione Granger threw Ron out and is now seeing (believe it or not) Cormac Mclaggen. Quite a nice bloke now that he got some sense knocked into him.
Mum still tries not to cry every day. I guess that's something we have in common. She doesn't hide it as well as she thinks she does. I can always hear her at night sitting in the garden crying only like a mother who lost her child can. Sometimes I go out there and sit next to her. She doesn't talk and neither do I. I think its comfort enough to sit and say nothing, to just have each other's presence. Sometimes I think she is remembering when we were kids and we played in the yard she stares at. Occasionally I look over at her and see a broken smile on her face and think maybe memories will be enough.
I try my best not to look in the mirror anymore. I always see your face. You seem so happy, so free. I try to remind myself that I will see you again. But on the bad days, on the days when I can't get out of bed and I can't make people laugh, it just isn't enough. I write these blasted letters everyday with the little hope I have left Freddie. I try not to wish for death but it seems to get harder and harder every day.
I'll see you soon.
-George