To me, it's a shame that it's not some cheesy class reunion that we're meeting at, but a funeral of a friend, who, at one point or another, was a part of our lives that I can't imagine us going without.
It's a shame that in maybe 15 years, when we might have our own reunion, there'll be one less person, who will never see the chances that we have.
I guess, what I'm trying to say is, if you want to stay in touch with people, but maybe haven't seen them, make an effort. I must've only seen Matthew a day or two before he died in the corridors, and I'm sure that I thought, 'oh, I wish I still talked to him'. It seems such a shame that someone who made up such a part of my life became nothing more than a face in a crowd. Now the crowd is one less face.
Also, I'd like to talk about staying safe. Matthew's death was definitely an accident; he was waved across a bypass by one driver, whilst another drove up to the roundabout, not seeing the boy crossing before him. I don't blame anyone of them, as they could all easily be at fault, but my heart goes out to those drivers, who must be feeling such guilt, but also to the friends that Matthew was with at the time.
Whenever I say goodbye to someone I'm close to, whether it's my best friend, or my own mother, I pretty much always say 'you be good', a phrase that has translated from my parents saying it to me whenever they dropped me off somewhere to me saying it too. To me, be good means look after yourself, stay safe, I love you.
So I'm going to say this now, be good, I love you, look after yourself. I love you
This won't be he last time I think of you Matthew, but I realise that I can't change anything. I'll carry on, and I know my Red Ranger will be there lending me his strength. Until I see you again, Matthew, I love you.