That Sunday started with a bit of good news...
'Earth has moved!'
'As i'm such a gd girl please can i have another banana'
'Was going to bring one anyway.'
'Have spoken to c and she's not coming. Could u please bring charger. Would it be a bit easier if u didn't come until a bit later? E x'
'Will bring charger. Which is best for you - come @ 3 and go @ 7
or come @ 5ish and stay to 8? T xx'
'Think it would b better 3-7ish, or whenever. Otherwise u don't gt any time 4 yourself.'
'See you @ 3. xxx'
'Looks as though i'm now moving 2 kingswood. Keep u posted.'
'Keep me posted so I'll know where to come to. x'
'Just gt ok 2 come home! Just waiting 4 some bits. x'
'Does that mean today?'
'Will be there asap'
On that note of delight, I went and brought you home.
You were all packed up when I got there and as eager to get home as I was to have you here.
During the following few days you made excellent progress with your recovery.
Then Friday came and everything changed!
Those were the last texts we ever sent each other.
They are still there on the phones, yours and mine, and that's where they will stay.
Loved you so much and still do,