It’s not every day that I say this
and given the situation I think it’s important you know.
Our relationship has always been simple.
We don’t always talk but when we do I always enjoy it
sure it’s usually stories I have heard before, but your excitement makes them worth rehearing.
I would listen to them a thousand times over.
And I’ll never tell you that I have heard them before. I probably know them as well as you now.
But the way your face lights up when you tell me about those time with your army buddies in Alaska or how feared the Raiders used to be in the NFL; and the way you laugh like it is your favourite memory, it’s the part I love.
What I don’t love is the distance, the many miles between us.
As you struggle through the many visits to the doctor,
the poke and prods, the questions and lack of answers,
I wish that I could be there for you.
I know you can get through this. You have to.
My faith lies in the fact that I don’t know what I would do without those stories and that laugh.
You have to be alright.
So I hate to ask, because I know you have so much going on
but if you could manage, to keep fighting, to tell me those stories on last time.
You’re my fighter and without you I don’t know how I would find the strength within me to fight through the news.