Maggie said I should go to therapy (she calls it councilling but we both know it’s therapy). She says I’m not coping well. I don’t agree with her. I think I’m fine. Anyway we went to therapy. My therapist is called Zo (like Zoe without the ‘E’) and told me to write these letters. She said something about closure. I don’t want closure. But don’t worry I won’t forget you. I won’t listen to the person with the pink hair in a pixie cut. I won’t go back to the stuffy room with photos of smiling people. But I will write these letters. I do want to remember and this is the best way.