I was walking in town today and was pleasantly surprised by the break in the seemingly continuous rain and enjoyed the brief rays of sunshine. I thought back to what I was doing this day last year and I burst into tears in the middle of the street, as I realised that I would have just got back from Seville, a fantastic weekend away with all the Erasmus students, including Max. It was such a good weekend - we had only planned on staying there for that night for a boat party, but we stayed longer. Although I had already become good friends with Max, this was where our friendship blossomed even further and we really enjoyed each other's company. I looked down at my feet today and saw the shoes I had bought with him and thought about my fashion advice to him as he dragged me around a surf-type shop for what seemed like an hour just so that he could chat to the sales assistants and find somewhere good to go out that night, eventually I picked him out some shorts and a T-shirt and we were on our way for more drinks. Max really made that weekend magical, he instigated the games and the fun (and drinking with breakfast, which possibly wasn't a good idea, but good all the same) and even some cultural visits and the bus tour.
Over time I have realised that time will not make the pain easier and inevitably you will go through bad phases and good phases of missing Max, but I can only hope that he can see us now and one day we will all see him again.
R.I.P Max
Jo K
Here is a photo of Cheryl (his flatmate), I, Max and Myles in Nahu, his favorite bar in Cadiz.
