A letter to Rowena

Dearest Rowena,

How are you? I guess you must be having a real ball in heaven. Do you remember when we first met? No? Neither do I, but that was only because you were a tiny baby and I was 18 months old.

Remember when we used to met up in the park near our houses? We used to swing so high, didn’t we?

Remember the cactus you bought me from that house across the road from yours? It was such a horribly prickly thing.

Remember we used to spend some afternoons at your house? You loved tickling that crazy bird of yours with a paintbrush.

Remember how we used to talk all the time during choir practice? It used to annoy your mum so much, but we did it anyway. The three of us giggling in your mum’s car on our way home.

Remember the time we spent just chatting, about everything and nothing? Everything was so important and earth-shattering. We talked about boys, music, parents , siblings, friends, teachers…

I am sorry you left today.  I will see you again, but until then, I will miss you so much.

Yours forever,

Muks

Please direct to,

Rowena
c/o God
Heaven

Rest in peace, my friend. No more cancer, no more pain.