I don't know how to start this. How does one start such a letter? I'm sorry? I hope you're okay? I hope you're happy, Jane.
I have no idea how long I've known you; the only answer I can think of is long enough. Long enough to know your kind ways, long enough to know your amazing determination, long enough to know your fight.
You've shown me, Jane, that beating the odds is possible. You've shown me not to sell out when I'm given a deadline. You've shown me that, when I'm given numbered days, I can create my own numbers. I can create my own time, whether I have it left or not.
They gave you six months, that was 18 months ago. In that, you've taught me to not only live in the moment, but to live for the next milestone. You've strengthened my resolve in not planning too far ahead. You've shown me that we can live for little things, as well as the big.
I may not have known you as well as mum did, but I know you well enough. I know you well enough to see how much of an impact you've had on us all. Mum, she's started making more decisions for herself. Her philosophy, 'life's too short', is because of you, and it's honestly made her happier, to me.
In so little time, you've taught me so much. In that same time, I must've learnt over 25 songs for choir, how glaciers form and how to solve a quadratic equation, but honestly, what you have taught me will benefit me far more than any of that will.
I hope you're safe, Jane, and happy, and not in pain anymore. I hope, wherever you are, you can still teach me, just as you have done for all this time.
Thank you, Jane, for everything.