Dear Neve

“There are moments which mark your life, moments when you realise nothing will ever be the same and time is divided into two parts; before this and after this” It’s now eighteen long and lonely months since you closed your bedroom door and made the decision to end your life. Before you left, life was so straightforward, so normal. I look back at that normality now with such affection and fondness. The laughter and love, the arguments. Normal. What are we supposed to do now Neve? What did you think would happen? Did you think our lives would snap straight back into that same normality once you’d left? No, we entered a place called, the after. The after is a frightening place. It’s a place where every morning you wake up and the first thought vibrating through your head is, she’s gone. It’s a place where before I can even do the simplest task I must check on your brother to stop the urgent, anxious whispers in my head telling me history could repeat itself and I could find him...