It took me some time.
It’s taken me years, but she’s now very much dead.
We’ve written it, told that tale, scribbled those all-important lines.
Something I very much didn’t want to do; I have now done.
It’s no small thing, but at the same time it really is.
A character is the written word, not a beating heart – although as the writer it so much feels like the latter.
Amy had a beginning, and so too did she need an ending.
I think (I hope) that what I’ve written is in keeping with the life that she led.
I hope that I’ve done her justice, kept her true to herself and those that she loved.
Her tale isn’t over, legacies live on.
Stay safe and remain sane!