It was not meant to be this way.
The last time we spoke we were going to celebrate by having a drink in the Swedish summer sunshine. We had so much to celebrate, your new baby, my pending move. The winter of our discontent had come to a swift end, the decisions we made were life changing and things were certainly on the up for us both.
Then you sadly left us.
Taken in the cruellest of ways.
I was left without the best friend ever.
Life was simply changed.
I never had the chance to say goodbye.
Until now.
One year on, I’m going back to where it all began.
I am not going to mourn your passing. But celebrate the life we lived. Here is to our weekend.
We miss you.
