Palm Sunday, 28 March 2021
Dear Sid,
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning. So good to feel the sunshine and see everything looking so lush.
Yesterday, there was a memorial service for my friend’s son, Dylan. He was 22. He passed away during COVID lockdown.
Dylan’s mum spoke at the memorial, so did his dad, and his uncle John. Each of them said how not a day goes past without them thinking of Dylan. He was a beautiful young man, sadly missed.
It was inevitable that you would come to mind: not a day goes past for me without thinking of you. I wonder if you’re OK, what your character is like, how it is for you as another birthday approaches.
In a way, we’re lucky. We’re currently lost to each other but neither of us are completely gone. I write to you regularly; sent your Easter card to you on Friday. The message in these cards and letters is basically: How are you? I’d love to hear from you. Here’s my contact info.
Sending you love. No judgement.
Dad. xx
With perfect timing, your cousin Matt, who’s at sea, last night shared a link to a song he wanted us to hear. It’s by the Dixie Chicks.