Happy birthday Caroline.
Mum and Dad and I send our hugs and kisses on this special day. I will go round to see Mum later and then together we will go off to the hospital to see Dad.
I found your present to me in the usual place so you must have have been on Ebay before your final illness. I have planted a bush in the garden as my present to you. I hope you can see it.
I'm sitting in your house as I type this wondering what to do with the birthday cards that people have sent you not knowing that you have died. A few have return addresses included so I will send them a brief note to explain what has happened. The rest? - I don't know, perhaps your address book and the postmark on the letter will give me a clue?
I am going to move into your house (my house now I suppose) and sell mine. I suppose you are wondering why? Partly it is because I cannot face emptying your house and throwing anything of yours away, certainly not for a while. On the other hand I don't have any emotional links to my old house which is also less convenient for my new role and responsibilities.
For the first time in ages I found myself looking into the future and it felt strange, almost disloyal to you, to be thinking about my post-Caroline life. Sue is due back in England in January but as you know communications down there are very unreliable and her plans keep getting changed by the bosses. I don't really know what to do for the best.
Meanwhile I will battle on.
Your loving twin
Richard XXXX