Ferg
Dear Aunty Trish,
I'm sorry this message is late, but I prefer to think of it as being Trish-time. You tumbling out of bed at midday when we went on holiday was an inspiration to my teenage self, and your boundless enthusiasm for fun will remain an inspiration to me, whatever age I am.
You sometimes worried that the world would forget you, and perhaps with everything going on right now it would do well to remember you better.
But, as the world grows older and more complicated, it is refreshing to me to remember you. It was a simpler time, at least for some of us.
I've found myself thinking of you in the strangest places, a Dublin nightclub, a tiny town's sports pitch, Bavarian bedrooms with broken windows and stained carpets, and in the most obvious, where we scattered your ashes.
In truth, the world could never forget Trish, because Trish is all of the simple joys that make the world worth living in.
You are just snoozing through the morning once again, and we will see you on Trish-time, whenever that may be.
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