I thought it's about time i wrote my message to you. I've spent many days with your mum and dad, mostly Sundays getting a free coffee out of them and trying to tell your dad what a square sausage is whilst your mum feeds me till i burst. note to self: one biscuit is not enough to fill you up according to Mrs. McKeown. I hope you can hear their laughter and see them smile when they tell me stories of their Gillian. Your dad is one of my most favourite people, always teaching me things that are probably never going to be useful in my life but are meaningful to him. Also showing me his yoga moves, which are pretty impressive to me as i can barely touch my toes, who say's you can't tech an old dog new trick's? sorry George!
Your mum... i struggle to find the right word for this wee lady so i looked up my thesaurus for the word strong, this is what i got: Durable, Capable, Mighty, and Tough. She owes this to you, you keep her reinforced for the harder days and you make her smile beam when she speaks of her crazy Gillian. To the people of Melbourne, who have lost a great mind, to Ireland, who have lost their girl, to friends i hope you remember the good times over the bad, and to Tom, we as a nation will put our hands on your shoulders and help you through this uphill battle.