For Scott,
Love B1
The concept of someone dying is surreal to me. We don't live in a time or place of war, there's no reason that people so young should be dying. There's no reason at all. But it happens, it happens in this crazy, mixed up world we call our home. People do die every day. They shouldn't.
I suppose I'm one of the lucky ones, until today it hadn't had an effect on me.
These people die too young but shouldn't happen. It just shouldn't. People shouldn't die when they've got children who love them, partners that love and friends that would do anything for them. They just shouldn't. People who are so full of love and life shouldn't meet an early end. It isn't fair, it isn't right. They shouldn't die.
But there's not anything anyone can do about it, because it does happen and some things are incurable. The Healers know what they're talking about so I know that when they say that he's dying and it's incurable, I have to believe them, even if I don't want to.
But he can't be. He can't be dying. It's not right. Uncle Bill shouldn't be on his death bed because there are so many people that care about him, so many people that love him. He's too happy, too funny; he's too alive to be told he's only got a few months to live.
In a family as large as ours, we definitely aren't the closest pair but I love him, he's my uncle and I swear to Merlin that he shouldn't be dying. He's too young; he has so much life left to live. He's in the prime of his life. He shouldn't be gone in a few months, he's supposed to stay for years and years, cracking jokes and making fun of me (of everyone).
Healers should have worked out a cure by now, there just has to be one. There just has to and we have to find it. There are too many people, hearts and minds at stake to not look. To not help. To not get it. I'll look high and low, I'll take time off school; I don't care. Because someone's life is worth so much more than a couple of months of education; it's worth so much more than anything. I'll start right away, I'll get Rose and Al and everyone and we'll all look for it. We can do it, can't we? We can find a cure together. Because people his age shouldn't die. They just shouldn't.
Mum's in tears, Dad doesn't know how to handle it and Rose tries to keep it together for everyone's sake. Me? I just can't believe it. He looked fine a few months ago, he called me 'squirt', ruffled my hair and gave me a hug. It's not possible, it's just not possible. He can't be dying, he just can't be.
It's not fair on anyone, least of all Fleur, Vic, Dom and Louis. They're not ready to have a husband or a father die. The rest of us aren't ready to have a brother, an uncle, a friend, a son die. It's too early, it can't happen. He can't die. He couldn't die, he just shouldn't.
But no matter how much you wish, you believe and hope that they don't die; they do. It happens.
But it shouldn't.
I don't care if it's rubbish. I had to write it.