It’s September 13th. I feel that this will be my last post. I have nothing left.
This will appear on September 27th, whether I am alive or not.
I never thought I’d get married, and have a family.
Jane, I love you so much, I am so grateful. You still have the same beauty.
Valentina, our special girl, I love you so much.
Sebastian, our special boy, I love you so much.
Mum and dad, how cruel this is, I love you so much.
Friends and family, it was great. I love you all.
Carers and nurses, you kept me going, I love you.
I’d include a photo of Valentina, looking fantastic in her school uniform, but we don’t, brilliant French speaker.
A little story. Once upon a time, two boys started big school at the same time. It was Tuesday lunchtime in the second week. One of the boys, with glasses and quite small, was sitting alone on a bench, eating his packed lunch. The other boy, also alone and with his own packed lunch, saw the boy, and asked him if they could eat their lunch together. “He was a nice boy, mummy, he looked lonely, so I asked him, he lives on a farm”. This is Sebastian.
Come and sit on my bench on Lastingham Moor. I’ll be there.