Darling Brother
I just wanted to say that it has taken two years to get over the absolute horror of being told by one policeman that you were gone.
I came home from work late and the policeman told me off as apparently he had been trying to get hold of me since 13:00 that day. Training might be a good idea for him.
Anyway, I looked for you and found you in the Rhondda but I hoped that you would be OK.
I was wrong.
I should have known.
I am writing this on an obscure website because I have nowhere else to go.
It is the anniversary of you deciding to leave.
Bro, I wish you hadn’t made that decision.
Bro, that took some planning.
Bro, I would give up everything in the world just to hear you, see you.
Bro, I miss you more than should be possible.
I know the feeling, though it’s only been three months since losing my sister.
I feel like she never gave me the chance to change her mind, and already had the whole thing carefully planned, as it sounds like your brother did. Sorry for your loss. I too wrote a letter to my sister after finding this site. Of course it felt so stupid at the time, but was also somehow cathartic knowing that nobody knew me. Anyway, again, sorry about your brother, and I know how tough it is.