A letter to Peter...

I thought of you the other day, I heard the song that was played in the car on the way to your funeral.

It´s been years but it still hits me, that I miss you, my friend Peter.

Your scruffy hair and funny ways, your "Tigger" tattoos and your kindness.

I fear that I´m starting to forget who you really were, All I can see is you in the hospital bed after the accident.

And a memory of all of us going on you and Johans motorcycles to the beach, yours being the yellow one, the one you died on.

I visited your memorial spot by the road before I left for London, thinking it would look stupid talking out loud to a little rock, I figured you might be able to hear my thoughts.

I have gone through some really hard times and I wished you would have been there, I remember uning to you and always feeling like I got tome honest and true advice.

At times it was so hard that I had to leave for a different life.

And here I am :-)

I am in London, you would like it!

I will never forget you, I still have that one single photo of you playing x-box at 4am looking completely exhausted :-D

You were such a good person and awesome friend.

RIP Peter E.