You're off and away and it's awful.
I'm so sad.
I love your beautiful face.
I have only ever known excitement at the prospect of seeing you. You have only ever brought me joy and I am not ready to see you go. I want to see Uncle Phil drive too fast up the 94 Wood Street drive and see you both get out with a bottle of wine and some Camembert. I want to marvel at your gorgeous hair and clothes and hear you give Uncle Phil some much deserved cheek. I want to hear you laugh again.
I suspect you were allowed to make an early exit because you got it right faster than most.
You gave love and wisdom and joy at every turn, your contribution was grand.
The pain we feel in losing you is bigger than words.
I want to find some meaning in your leaving, but I can't. It just feels wrong. This stupid fucked up disease picked the wrong person and it was too damn big to conquer - despite your most valiant efforts.
I just want you to know I love you. You showed me what it looks like to live fully, to love freely and to squash leftover Camembert on my toast in the morning. You made your mark on me.
So cheers you tremendous lady - may you have a sweet, sweet journey home. We will look after your gorgeous man and we will see you soon xoxo