Neil my son, remember when you were young, yellow was one of your favourite colours. I remembered tonight as I sat down to write to you as the pencil I am using is yellow too.
The colour yellow remembers me of you in so many other ways, you were always bright, happy and smiling, you shone like the sun, you were a planet unto yourself and yet your warmth attracted so many others, like the yellow sun and it’s rays.
When I see a daffodil I will think of you, one of the first signs that summer is on it’s way, a ray of hope a ray of sunshine, just like you were to me Neil, my beautiful son.
I remember when you were two or three, you used to bring me in presents, bouqhets of flowers from our back garden, yellow dandelions, the daisies were white and came with yellow centres, like you Neil with your heart of gold.
If someone were to ask me to sum you up as a colour, ‘Yellow’ would be it, as it shine’s so bright.