Hello Sven, how are doing up there, you missing me, because I'm really missing you. I went to a party with Dean and Kelly on the 9th as you already know but it was great, bit emotional, people telling me how brilliant and wonderfull you are and were. I'm now known as little Skooba, keeping you memory alive. Hey isn't Jordan a little star, I was carrying her around all night and playing on the trampoline with her and the other kids. I've been for a ride in Dean's car, well nice isn't it, he told me that you had offered to buy it off him when he sells it. I go to the Windmill a lot now, see all your friends, I'm sorry I never came when you invited me, but everyone in there knows you. I went in on Sunday night with Darren, Mark Lewis and Natalie and had a few drinks, few stories of you during the night like usual. My first day back in work was really hard, and I'm still finding it hard now, I went to college and couldn't handle it, came home early. Thank you for being picture mad, there are plenty of pictures of you, being you, in allsorts of funny ways. I know you are with me, as you have proven, me and Sion both felt you Saturday night. I miss you so much, coming home from work and telling each other about our days, stuff I can't tell the parents because its rude. I miss your voices, facial expressions and most of all your smile. I've written you a poem. I know me writng a poem? It wasn't hard with you as an inspiration. Thank you, I love you so much, don't ever leave my side, I feel you, love you forever and always, Matthew, lil Skooba, xxxxx You . . . You are my strength, you are my weakness. You are my dreams, you are my nightmares. You are my reason to laugh, you are my reason to cry. You were here, you were there, and I still feel you in the air. You were musically unique, musically gifted, your music now, makes me feel lifted. You were my best friend, you are my best friend, you were a best friend to many, and friendship like yours never ends. The stories I have heard, the pictures I have seen, why is life so mean? What do I say? What do I do? When I pray I feel closer to you. The tears I cry are the tears of fear, fear of life without you. So quick, so fast, your last breath, Death, Light, you regain your sight, to delight you live again, A life of calm, a life with no harm, A life with grandparents as they wait behind the gate, Before you left, I hope you waved everyone goodbye, as you started your life again at a new high. I sit alone and cry, I don’t want people around me as I look for you in the sky, I see rain and know you feel my pain. Thank you for the visits, the visits at night, the way you use your bedside light to say goodnight. Skooba Ste, Skooba Ste, in memory of you we’re going to Dovestones and planting a tree. I love you, I miss you, my brother Stephen I am with you. Matthew Furse, (Brother and best friend to the one and only Stephen Furse.)