[bitesize]

I almost forgot ~ you'd be nineteen today. It's crazy, and I'm sorry, because I'll always think of you as little boy, even though you were just a year younger than me when you died. Maybe I'd know you properly now...maybe not, but maybe. Maybe we'd have bumped into each other on nights out or around the estate or shared a drunken walk home from the nitelink. Maybe I'd have you on facebook. Maybe your name would be one that changed my life for a positive reason, and not a negative one.
I feel bad, because this day six years ago I was in floods of tears thinking of how you'd never turn thirteen or any other age again, and this year I didn't even have to distract myself whenever I was reminded of the date. I feel bad for your family..and everything, obviously. And all the other things. I'm sorry. I know this isn't about me, it's about you, and it always should ahve been, and I'm really sorry.
I hope that where you are is good to you and you're happy and not even missing down here. It's funny when I say I don't believe in Heaven but when I think about you you're there...that's weird. Remember that time we went trick or treating and I was going through my tomboy phase and our masks scared the little kids...and how you told us the trick of carrying two plastic bags instead of one to get more sweets
Rest In Peace. xxx