Greebie
Gorgeous boy, this month you would be 24. When you arrived in that box so poorly and only 2 weeks old I thought you wouldn't last the night. When you did and then gave me the next 17 years I was amazed. Your love for life, following me to work (in a pub) and sitting outside begging from the kebab van and then finding a taxi driver who'd take us home, is one of my happiest memories of what was actually a very sad time in my life. I miss you as much today as I did the dy you crossed the rainbow.
