Hey Steve, I think about you a lot, everytime I pick up my guitar I think of you, I think about that day when you really wanted to play the dog and parrot but you hadn’t quite got a band together, so smiler and I came over to yours on a Saturday learning your songs so you could play. I think about those days I’d pick you up from Amazing and drop you off in Heaton. You were one of the most intelligent, interesting people I’ve known, and I wish you’d been able to hang in a little longer and that you’d been able to open up. When I feel low, I think of you, and I know I have to hang in. I think about the last time we spoke and you asking about everyone, and how you hugged me that night. I don’t know a single person who met you who didn’t think the world
of you, I just wish you could’ve felt that. Bob Marley came on the radio the other day, three birds, I’m by no means a believer in the afterlife, but it came on when I was feeling like I’d had enough, and I just thought Steve is telling me it’ll be okay, just hang in there. I miss you man.
Roy
24th September 2018
