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Dear Fred, My hands are shaking as I write this to you but I feel like I should write this letter. You know, to say my final goodbyes and tell you about life. The life that I have to live without you.
I still can't believe your gone, none of us can. Everyone acts like there ok and try's to get on with there lives but every time someone looks at me you can tell there remembering you, after all we look very alike. So alike, that when I look into the mirror, all I see if you. And at first, I grasp onto the hope that your still here until it all fades away when I realise it's just my reflection.
Not a day goes by that I don't visit your grave, bring you flowers (roses, your favourite), and cry for you.
Mum's ended up calling me Fred by accident on multiple occasions. She usually only let out a quiet sob and looks away but earlier today she burst out crying. Your death has really taken affect on her. On all of us. I tried my best to comfort her but she kept on crying and repeating the same phrase, 'He's gone'.
Soon, I started crying along with her but I know that somehow your still with us. Maybe watching over us? That's what Percy said.
Me and Angelina are doing great by the way. I proposed to her about two months ago. Luckily, she said yes. The weddings scheduled for next year so we can have lots of time to plan it. And by we, I mean Mum.
Even though I'm getting married I can't help but feel like there's something missing in my life. . . and your the things that's missing. I'll never be the same again without you here.
Remember all those pranks we pulled on everyone? And the prank we pulled on Umbridge? Those fireworks were epic.
Anyways, I better be going now but just remember that I love you lots. . . ok, that sounded a bit cliche.
