27th April, 2019
The following is a letter that we wrote to Nick just after he had “successfully” completed another round of chemo in 2015. I clearly had a sneaky suspicion that this would not be the end of his treatment, the only difference is that I never foresaw that not only would he undergo more of this shit, but that three years later he would succumb to this disease. Nonetheless, all the words in the letter still hold true. The jury is still out on my opinion about God. Matt continues to flounder in terms of faith, needless to say. May 5, 2015 Dear Nick, Here it is, the eve of your twentieth birthday, and I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin. I know what I can give you; you’ve already gotten a car, the trip to Montebello (when Mike pays up), a nice dinner and, potentially, another house show party, but these are just things and you’ve already gotten a lot of things and parties and experiences in your relatively short life-time. I don’t think there is rea
