Sweet Sarge,

I felt your pain,

and I wish I’d loved you better then.

My dark and twisted friend,

I miss your wicked sense of humour.

I miss the little boy who played peek-a-boo from behind the steel walls and barbed-wire fences.

I wish I’d loved you better then.

I trust you forgive me.

I’ve learned a lot since then.

Mostly, I’ve learned to love myself.

And forgive myself.

And heal the pain I felt.

Thank you.