When I was 8 years old, Mal became a part of my life and now he is gone. A person goes through life never knowing how long someone will be there, you just assume it will be forever. One of the worst feelings is hearing the phone ring late at night and you know it can only be bad news on the other side. I was frozen when my Mom told me that Mal had died, I knew he wasn’t well, and with this knowledge you always kind of prepare yourself for the bad news call, then when you hear the news, everything about that person becomes so final and you start thinking about what you still wanted to say or what you still wanted to ask them. Macolm was a good man, a hard worker and good provider and I am so proud that I got to spend most of my life so far with him in it. Thank you Mal for being in my life and for loving me and all of us like you did. We will all miss you very much and you will never be forgotten.
Love always x
