Helen's Grave; letter to Helen, and a few presents from her, 9:30am 3rd Jan, Mum drove me

When I was 15 one of my closest friends, Helen McKay, died in a car accident.

She was buried out at the family graveyard near Fitzroy Ridge, in a unique and decorated grave. I still think about her a lot of the time, and even though I read at her funeral, I've never quite got the 'closure' I've needed to fully cone to terms with her loss.

I wrote her a private letter and left a few things that she gave me there, for her to look after. Hopefully she liked my letter, and I felt better just for talking to her again.