My beloved Louisa. We were the self-declared Hexagonal groupies. Oh to find someone who loved jazz and music as much as I and to feel such emotion, passion and excitement for it. How we giggled and sparkled in each other’s company and rustled up roll ups from your tobacco kept in a unused dog poo bag!

The ‘FILO’ will never be the same without you and I will always see your beauty and feel your presence and joy when listening to the music we both loved.

To think we were dancing at a Ceilidh in July! Sitting on the balcony in the late afternoon sunshine overlooking the fishing boats and laughing and talking and drinking white wine.

In June or July you looked so happy, ecstatic and ran into my arms like a child. So full of joy. You had met someone special.

We fall in love with our friends. I certainly fell for you. I can hear your sweet voice and see your exquisite eyes with so much magic and empathy combined.

Of course you didn’t complain about your pain. You always wanted to look after everyone else.

I loved you deeply L. I hope you knew. I hope you know. You are free now, dancing with the music angels and now you can soar and glide.

I just love you beautiful. So very much.

Here are a mermaid and an angel for you.

For us, my sweet geranium.