My dear friend,
I miss you very very much.
There was a boy,
A long time past,
Who really made me smile.
But he also helped release the tears,
I'd held for a while
There was a boy,
For a long age,
Who hugged me so, so tight.
And he was the one who helped me,
When I had to last the night.
There was a boy,
So long ago,
That I probably loved.
But that doesn't matter now.
He's very far above.
(6 month memorial poem)
I never thought that it was possible to miss someone as much as I miss you right now.
You were so young.
So young.
Ever since that day in grade three we've been expecting this to happen.
But it always seemed like a distant thing.
I already lost a friend too soon.
I keep thinking, if we hadn't taken Ella swimming,
Would she have hit her head?
If she hadn't told us that she felt fine,
Would she have gotten to the hospital quicker?
If she had gotten to the hospital quicker,
Would she have made it to England?
If we had never made contact with her at all,
Would she still have died when she was nine years old?
You were the one who helped us through that grieving.
Only to find out four days later that you were diagnosed with cancer.
I'm not supposed to say it, but I miss you.
They all expect me to be the strong one.
I've been strong through everyone else.
But you were different Fletcher,
I never thought I would have to be strong for you.
Because frankly,
It's rather impossible for you to be strong without you there.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME BACK FROM THE HOSPITAL.
You told us that it was normal.
When you fainted, it was almost routine.
Then, two days later, I find out that you died?
And on that horrible Friday, I had to walk into Drama club like nothing happened?
I was supposed to be excited that school was ending?
I was supposed to be stressing about whether my friend was mad at me?
How could they expect me to do that,
When one of my best friends had just died.
When the next week I was expected at his funeral.
So why didn't I tell someone?
Why didn't I tell her that the reason we had to cancel was because we were too busy crying?
Why did I tell them that I couldn't go out because I had to walk home?
Maybe I didn't tell someone,
Because the person I would always tell was you.
And there's no more you to tell.
(shortly after his death)
Oh the stories they told.
How you once fell over and took off ------ shoe.
How every week you had a new word.
How you never sweared, instead you just yelled 'TWO PINTS OF NUGGETS!'
How you spent all your spare time fundraising for your many causes.
How you gave me a rainbow pin every year on my birthday because you 'just had a feeling.'
How you were one of the greatest people I have ever met, or will ever meet.
How you have a heart the size of France, but you still try to make it bigger.
How you saw wonder in love and love in wonder.
How you were happy.
Are happy.
How you were Fletch.
Our Fletch.
You will always be our Fletch.
Our Fletch.
----------, Phi Phy and Fletch.
The tremendous trio.
Dynamic duos are so cliched.
So we'll just keep you there as our reminder,
We still are the trio.
We just don't look like one anymore.
Because now we look like --------- and Phi Phy.
But the Fletch is there.
Our Fletch is there.
(just after his funeral)
As every day passes,
And fewer tears fall.
As I make room in my mind,
And put all my pictures of you back in the drawer.
As I stop praying that you're treated well,
That you were protected when you fell.
As your smile becomes a memory,
And your voice grows ever faint.
As every sign you left on this world fades into obscurity,
I still remember you, your enormous maturity.
And I want you to know how much you were loved,
And how much we hated letting you go on, above.
(about 8 months after his death)
The words have all run out.
Theres nothing more to say.
Happy fucking birthday dearest,
You're no years old today.
(his birthday last year)
