|In a helicopter.|
I found you on Facebook as you accepted Nick’s friend request. I did a bit of stalking. I’d looked before, but you were so totally under the radar on social media and online that I didn’t think to look again.
I’m pleased to see you are doing something interesting at the radio station – and still using that moniker (I looked under Bilko too, of course). Good to see you are alive (I didn’t know) and sad to see that you have health issues.
You have reinvented yourself as a person from where you are now. You’ve put your past well and truly behind you and moved on. You have always been able to contact me if you wanted. You don’t want to and, finally, I get it. I’m going to move on too. A bit later than you, perhaps! But when asked by others why I don’t try and find you – I try to explain that I am respecting your wishes. I can’t think of anything worse than some ‘blast from the past’ turning up and causing lots of awkward questions, or nosiness from people you don’t want to talk to about that stuff.
I’ll let you know when mum eventually passes on – she’s 85 now. Interestingly she looks back on the past and has regrets when it comes to it. She’s said some very self-aware things about our childhood that, although way too late, is amazing that she has recognised, and cares about.
I will make this my last letter to you – though I guess I know you haven’t read any of these any way. So goodbye Phil, but I’m always here if you do ever want to make contact.