I have been wanting to write again on the blog for a while and feel that now is a good time if there can be a 'good' time for such a thing. I am sorry not to have been in London over this last weekend and Monday.
This month has left me feeling very sad. As I go from day to day in my life in Manchester I think about Max and life seems to have moved on, but nearly a year later since Max's death it's as though nothing has moved on at all. The realisation that he is not coming back seems so dreadfully unfair and unjust. I knew Max as my friend's little brother and my little brother's friend so I don't feel as close to him as others. If I feel the way I do I can't even begin to imagine the loss Seamus, Victoria, Rachel, the boys and Max's closest friends are feeling. I want you to know that my love and strength goes out to you.
I feel an emormous love and warmth towards the community I grew up in and know that no matter how much time passes people don't really change. The friendships and relationships that have formed and reformed over this year are a credit to Max and his amazing abliity to bring people together.
I last spoke to Max just after Christmas and was I relaying messages to my brother who was driving about what they were going to get up to over New Year. Of course Max had a plan and it all sounded like a lot of fun. Secretly I wish I had been involved too!! I spoke to Owen afterwards and he said they had had a really great night.
Max was a lovely, smiley character who has inspired me to live for the moment.
My love and thoughts are with you all always,
Hannah
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