I’m trying to think of the time I last saw you Did we have a good natter and a drink that night Every day that goes by, I think more and more of you What were your last words, I can’t recite Next I see you in the chapel of rest Where I’m holding on, fighting back the tears Trying to be strong but feeling depressed Broken inside because we lost the years But you’re gone now and that’s the end of it all No more calls in the day to talk about The Weeknd You’ve got no more to say since you had that fall I wish I could hear you once more young friend So many years you wanted to fit in So much agony and tears and all for what To feel good that you’re one with your kin But my dear boy, you were a diamond uncut I often think now about the 27 club How you joked about Jimi, Joplin and Cobain I wanted to come by and see you at the pub And talk about those guys again and again But life gives and takes from day to day And we all have to pick ourselves off the floor To think about laughing and learning to play Not to forget but to keep asking for more So let me tell you something my young friend You are my hero, my idol, my superman I am proud to have known you till the end My dearest, sweetest, gentlest young man -- Nima Razavi

My son my beautiful son, I love you so much and I miss you badly. I said goodbye to you yesterday in chapel of rest and although it was the hardest thing to do, I am relieved I had the strength to do it. I kissed you on your forehead. Goodbye for now until we meet again xxx

Remember me when I am gone away, Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann'd: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad. -- Christina Rossetti

Thank you for setting up your Sunflower Tribute in support of Epilepsy Action. Our thoughts are with you at this time and should you need anything please don't hesitate to get in touch with me at lgoodall@epilepsy.org.uk

I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.