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.
3 comments:
Hi Jo,
I think you're right, you go through good and bad patches of missing Max, although it's always with you. it's good to see another photo of Max.
Rosy xxx.
Hey Jo
Completely share your feelings, time seems to just slipping by but the memories we all have of Max will never fade.
Cheryl xx
jo, its so hard when at the most random times something triggers tears or strong feelings. whether shopping, in bed, chilling or having a fag.. theres always somethings that reminds me of max. I'm writing this on christmas day cos i am constantly thinking about my family and friends. my sister is on call in NEwcastle so she's not with the family.. and it feels so wierd not having her sat next to me or arguing over the tv remote. I can not relate to max's family's hurt! honestly. gutted and emptiness just dusnt cover it!! thinking of them always! love stef (his friend from Cadiz) x
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