It's now just over two weeks since you were taken from this crazy world and, as I sit here typing this, I'm currently listening to a few of our favourite songs, including some of the Swedish stuff, and reminiscing over the good times we shared together.
I was there when we said goodbye to you for the last time. I held your hand and still prayed for you to wake up, even when I knew there was no chance of you ever coming back to us. You held on for three days but your body couldn't take any more.
You just gave up.
And I still miss you.
Saying goodbye was the hardest thing any of us have ever had to do. You don't expect to go on holiday and lose a friend at the same time. That schweinhund took you away from me and it hurts even more knowing I'll never see you again. I need you in my life and I know that isn't possible any more.
My heart is still aching.
We gave you a good send-off a week ago. That was hard too. We'll be scattering you over the Mersey soon, just as you wanted, and I promise I'll never ever forget you. Whenever I see something funny, especially whilst watching Eurovision, I'll always remember your smile, and your laughter, and remember all the good times.
So, for the last time, here's a little message from me to you:
Jag älskar dig, Owen, och jag kommer att sakna dig.
All my love,
Lucy AKA 'Toffee Luce'. xx