It’s September 13th, 8pm. I feel that this will be my last post. I have nothing left.
This will appear automatically on September 27th, whether I am alive or not. When you feel like your life is over, the small and even big things are irrelevant. In the end, it’s about loving your fellow people and my Creator.
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.