To Absent Friends | Stirlingshire, Balfron High School

My Friend Matthew

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:38:00 +0000

My friend Matthew died on May in 2015 from a brain tumour. As I stood at the foot of his grave staring at the place he lay. He didn’t have a headstone yet, just a sign saying:

Nosy

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:37:00 +0000

Nosy, lovable, all that and more

Remembrance

Rebecca Patterson — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:37:00 +0000

Remembrance.

Nana

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:36:00 +0000

My Nana lived in Tipperary in Ireland. Her house was in the middle of nowhere but it was about a mile from a small village called Grange. She was quite small. She had short brown hair and she wore a lot of perfume. She looked after her Mum whose house was about 100 yards from hers.

Memories

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:35:00 +0000

Memories are like old clothes. You can put them to the back of your mind, fold them away in hidden drawers and forget they are there.

I Caught One!

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:34:00 +0000

“I caught one!” I cried, and the bearded man smiled, his walking boots squelching as he rushed to my side. He dropped on his knees and examined my catch.

Jessie Anderson

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:34:00 +0000

Jessie Anderson. My Grandmother. I loved her so much, and I still do. She is an amazing person I will never, ever forget. She would wear an apron, or as I would call it, a permanent peenie.

Sheila

Site administrator — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:33:00 +0000

She sat in the same old chair

Gran

Rebecca Patterson — Wed, 04 Nov 2015 11:32:00 +0000

She always sat in that one chair, watching TV. I remember watching her. Stubborn, but always kind.