I've written something new for you, Hori

 I think its time, 

 to write something new,

 less heavy, more healing,

fresh verses of light and remembrance,

a sharing of specialness, and f**king positivity.

Did you like that?

Did you laugh? 

Can you read up there? The stuff I write for you down here.

Down here where we live without you.

Sorry, positive wins the day.

Or can you hear us up there?

I bet you can.

Do you get out? Can you come back?

Does God ever let you roam around Earth-eavesdropping and watching.

I bet He does.

We can't see you, just so you know.

And all the boxers are gone now,

but you probably know that.

They'll be all living with you up there, 

fighting for the couch,

tearing up possums, getting fat on heaven's good kai,

sleeping and snoring while you play music.

I bet strings never break on the guitars in heaven.

And there's quite a few of your mates with you now.

I can almost hear the never ending joyous music you must all be playing...

I miss you all, I miss those jams.

I still go the cemetery with Mum every year to see, "you"

and your silent headstone.

It's quite crowded up there now in your little neighbourhood.

It's usually cold too,

this time of the year, and today it's bloody raining plus I don't have a raincoat, 

just a dangerous umbrella.

But we're keeping it f***king positive today, aye?

You'd tell me to "toughen up sis...it's just water".

Tears are water too, you egg!

And all your nephews still miss you like mad,

your mates too.

Tough guys cry.

We'll go for coffee,

after we've been to see you and scrubbed the dust off your headstone,

left some fresh flowers for you, and Dad too.

We always go and see him as well.

Mum and I will probably share a slice of cake with our coffee.

It's a holiday today, so the boys will be up to see you too.

Isaac might bring your guitar and play a song.

He's getting bloody good,

not as good as you, yet.

They all play, your nephews,

not Ezzie, he's the sporty guy,

knocks it out in that way...strong, tough and fearless like you.

Writing about you, talking to you now, like this,

makes me cry,

I won't lie.

I miss you so much, we all do,

and I want to keep it f#@*king positive

but some days, like today, it hurts...

and that wound in my heart just tears open again,

and the bleeding won't stop.

Then I remember,

we will meet again, in eternity - not just yet but one day soon-

we'll all be together forever.

That's why they call it Heaven...

and that my bro, is f***king positivity to the max.

 So, ka kite egg, love you,

from sis xxx