Dear Martyn,
On Saturday July 4th, we will be sitting by a lake, drinking beer and stretching our feet in the hot grass.
At 2.32pm, i lift my face to the sun and tell you, 'Look! Look quick!'
This day will be perfect.
Hayley x
Dear Hayley,
On Sunday, July 5th, we'll be visited in the hospital by those closest to us. They will cry and try to console each other.
They will talk about the accident and try to find some reason why it happened in such a brutal way.
We will be allowed to see each other at 6.10. We now know that everything will be ok and we will visit the lake again.
We will look forward to the future.
Martyn x
On Sunday, July 5th, we'll be visited in the hospital by those closest to us. They will cry and try to console each other.
They will talk about the accident and try to find some reason why it happened in such a brutal way.
We will be allowed to see each other at 6.10. We now know that everything will be ok and we will visit the lake again.
We will look forward to the future.
Martyn x
September 6th,
Today is too dark to talk about yet. Too raw, and too heavy for the sky and the heat.
This shouldn't be happening.
I'm drinking the kind of red wine that's so dry it turns your teeth to dust, and makes your head feel like lead.
I don't want to remember.
