In which I pay tribute...

Dear Homie,

I am so proud of you! You are so strong and brave and wonderful (the STRONGEST, BRAVEST person I have ever met). Each morning I wake up to the sound of your voice, and am so thankful that you are HERE, that you are doing SO well, and that you have fought this 'illness' with such brevity AND perseverance. You are such an AMAZING person, and I know you fought the fight not JUST for yourself, but for me, your mum, your dad, Si and the bean. It's been a scary, traumatic, and crazy few months, but I am so happy you are still HERE in my life.

So, thank you for waking up in the morning (when you don't HAVE to be up), and making me toast before I'm off to work. Thanks for making the coffee and scraping the ice off my car- and then starting it, just so I don't get TOO cold. Thank you for always washing-up and vacuuming the tiny dirt spots on our shiny wooden floors. Thanks for ALWAYS taking out the trash. What would I ever do without you??


You're sleeping and I love you!

Goodnight.

xoxo,
R.A.W.