Mr. Purple, Sir?  / Fay Baker (Erm... ex? friend? who the hell knows! )
Long time travelling today (from Edinburgh) otherwise I'd have popped by and shivered (do doubt with Dave) for a while at your place.  Sometimes I think my son sees you.. but then sometimes I think the spider plant is talking to me.  We fell out but I never thought it would be forever.  You.  Well.  You know.  I miss you.  I missed you way before you became utterly unavailable.   Arrgh.  You smell of poo.  xxx Close

A HANDSOME YOUNG MAN WITH A BEAUTIFUL SMILE!  / Shari Whitehead (VISITOR)
JASON, IS SOMEONE, YOU WOULD LOVE TO MEET. THE BEAUTY OF HIS SOUL IS IN HIS SMILE. HOW PROUD! YOU MUST BE OF THIS GREAT MAN. HE WILL LIVE ON. I LOST MY SON (YANNICK) APRIL 5, 2005, AGE: 16. I KNOW, HOW MUCH MY SON MEANS TO ME. MAY GOD BLESS AND KEEP YOU SAFE.


JASON:
IT IS SAD TO WALK THE ROAD ALONE
INSTEAD OF SIDE BY SIDE
BUT TO ALL THERE COMES A MOMENT
WHEN THE WAYS OF LIFE DIVIDE
YOU GAVE US YEARS OF HAPPINESS
THEN CAME SORROW AND TEARS
BUT YOU LEFT US BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES
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Sorry / Josh (Old Friend )
Sorry, I missed so many year of friendship. 

the night you told me i had to leave for my own good, was the turning point in my life. I got clean and got happy. Yes I am keeping my promise.

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To my wonderful Son  / Beth Armstrong (Mum)

It is two years now since your dad phoned me and gave me the news that you had died.Both of us flung into a spiral of dispear. Your dad told me as calmly as he could the events and how Jonny your brother and your best friend Paul were with you. Jonny was a so strong for you taking the final desicion to let you go and be at peace. I am so glad you had family with you and the love of your friends around you. Your dad was the the first of us to come down to Cornwall, no doubt breaking the speed limit,to comfort Jonny and your friends.
My John and I saw you at 5am you looked so peaceful like you were having the best sleep ever.
I just wanted to bring you home but we had to wait while all the arrangments were made,Hayley doing her stuff at home with the help of Kiv and other friends and family.
The journey back home for John and I was spoiled by the car breaking down and we had to stay another night but the good thing about that was I was sort of bringing you home as we were on the road at the same time and arrived back in Colne at the same time! I had your hat next to me all the time.
Hayley your sister was wonderful in making sure everything was organised and your wishes were respected.She washed your clothes and ironed them ...first time in a long time....so you would be dressed smart for your final journey.
We gave you a memoriabel day, the  love of your friends that day will stay with me forever they gave their strength to get me through that day.
What a credit you are to me Jason, we went through some very tough times as a family,but you became a very careing loving young man,touching so many lives in your own unique way.Even now I come across folk who had met you leaving your mark on their lives in such a positive way. You so wanted to travel the world but you are known and talked about in a lot of countries. Your face is seen around the world now, its even on the home page of the Marfan Association in Austrailia thanks to Trudy.I will never stop talking about you or Marfan Syndrome it is my life long mission to make it more known about.
My life will never be the same but I try to be strong but its hard missing you and wanting so much your long arms around me or your chin on top of my head while you take the micky out of me being so short,its those little moments that I treasure.
I am sure your dad feels much the same and will echo my words to you.
The day I die will be the day my broken heart is healed cause I know you will be there to meet me.
I love and miss you so much..................
A big hug to you my son
forever your Mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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you wonderful man!  / Hayley Ward (sister)

To all who read this you should know how great my brother was. A man who would help anybody he could, and if he'd been rich he would have helped a lot more!
He was there if I needed him. We didn't phone each other every day and it was often weeks or months between seeing him. He always had a story that would make me go "Oh Jason!", which really annoyed him as I was one of the few who still called him that! We didn't need to see each other all the time to keep that strong link of brother and sister, it never weakened. The times he would introduce me to his friends and they would say "You're Hayley! I've been dying to meet you!" i didn't have to say anything about myself, because Purple had said it all!
Despite all the happy bouncy purple stuff, there was the jason in pain stuff that was kept at home or with his closest friends. To them I want to say thankyou for being there for him, he was there for so many others. Though he could be a pain in the butt, we all put up with it coz there was soooo much funny stuff aswell ,like reading a description of a quilt phrenetically backwards or biting the bottoms of many ladies!!! (lots of biting in general!)

If you have a story about Purple please add it. More people are getting to know and love him. His ego still lives on and its massive!!!!

I miss you Bruv xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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I'mnothere / Sir Kevalot

My friend Purple invited me over to his house one day... He was concerned about how much sleep I was getting... He told me that no one would disturb me there.

I arrived and we spoke. I had been staying at his brothers house for a few weeks, and my sleeping pattern was whincing at a mere 2 or 3 hours a night.
Purple and I spoke... for 9 hours... we didn't intend to. Time and time again we would start a film with the intention of seeing it all the way through, yet time and time again we began talking, unable to stop... distracted by flowing, amazing conversation.

We spoke of life, the cruel consequences it offers. Purple didn't want to die younger than the rest of us, but years of knowing this fact had transformed death from a fear to the final step in a physical being.
It is often said that when we hear about our death, through acceptance, we gain a new understanding of our lives. In my opinion, Purple knew where he was going. And from having  a tainted physical existance... he knew he would pass over into an afterlife of universal discovery, spiritual know-how and an abundance of ...cheesecake :)

Purple introduced us as twins on a few occasions... Now I'm not completely bald just yet... My cheesy grin pales in comparison... but I'd never met someone that I had so much in common with. At first we would laugh about the dates and times of similar events happening to the both of us... I told him about my future plans of living in as a Buddist Monk in Tibet for 9 months... He had the same idea.. and he had written it down...
and it was from that moment, we started planning doing these things together...
We were going to see as much as we could in the time he had left...
We spoke of drinking coffee at a cafe on a Paris high street while reciting poetry...
We spoke of busking in Italy... While Paul went to work. Who would get to sing "Where is my mind"
We spoke of Eastern European girls and the .................
.................   ........... ..................................  ........

Purple and I spoke about the afterlife. We talked about death. We talked about how we thought it would be... Our views were frighteningly close.
Purple believed that you take every bit of the things you like about yourself with you when you die...Your favourite traits.
As soon as you manage to think of a question... it is answered... or, more accurately, you find that you know the answer already.
The universe isn't daunting when you're a spirit... You become part of it, instead of battling to do anything, as if being seperate... you become a part of everything, and whatever you do then... is more like relating with another part of yourself... like a dance, or an agreement between two different energies from the same source.
Your command over this energy is proportional to the your spiritual status... thats our theory anyway. (At least some of it)

After staying up talking all night... I finally went to sleep when the sun was waking up.
The next day... Purple made me a cup of Mocha Java... my favourite coffee... We spoke and played guitar all day... I left his house armed with ideas about travel... how would we get around... I remember thinking how difficult it was going to be..... Today I wish I had those issues.
You see I know that he's caught a universal rip-tide.... surfing a wave of explained sub-concious... into a sea of discovery.... I'm quite selfish though. I want him here. I miss my friend.

SirKevalot

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