My dearest Gerton, we never got to have that curry. It's my biggest regret. Had I known you were ill (you kept it a secret from me, I now know because Im ill myself- very compassionate but sneaky of you!), I would have been over to Holland. Two weeks ago you spent some of your final time amusing me with your supportive and hilarious conversations-supporting me as I became disabled. It is almost unthinkable that you could show such selflessness towards me when you were so ill yourself. ...but thats what you were-a proper friend.
It is hard to imagine we won't speak again. I was deeply shocked and saddened to hear of your passing and suffering but I take comfort from knowing you are at peace and not in pain. Well, I do know heaven just got far more colourful, creative and fun (I can almost hear you now....) bowling everyone over with that joie de vivre you always had. You should have been a comedian. I always thought it. You have inspired me to live my days like they are my last with your infectious enthusiasm, passion and sense of humour. God takes the best. I cannot make it on Thursday due to my illness/hospital but I will very much be there in mind, spirit and heart. I shall make that curry and toast your life, what a life indeed. I shall relish our conversations for years to come. Ive already re read your last posts to me and dear me, they had me crying with laughter. We your friends and family are all bereft, poorer for loosing you but I know the people who will miss you most are the primary school children who adored you. You made their days and springfests such fun at EEB3. My memories of you are jumping up and down in the garden, clowning around at springfest, brightening up our days and the joy I took from our debates, conversations and the nights when you were truly there for me as I faced my own illness. I treasure those conversations and will read them for years to come. Fly high my sweet, sending my love to your family, friends and colleagues. Much love, fondest memories Louise x
