I was going to try and keep this brief, but truth is the words ‘brief’ and ‘Luke Wong’ could not be further away from eachother. Luke was anything but brief. He was bright, he was inquisitive, he was undeniably fucking hilarious. Luke, you were like a brother to me. The memories I have of growing up with you, Conrad, Jesse, Hen and Max are the best of my childhood. My favourites being the times you would force me into doing whatever daredevil activity you wanted to do that day. Like the time you talked us into jumping out of your bedroom window onto the trampoline, while our mums all shouted ‘I’m not going to the Whittington today’ (glass of wine in hand, of course). Though we drifted in recent years, our unconditional love for each other didn’t. We would reunite after months apart in a crouch end pub or family gathering, the way siblings would - we would be happy to see each other one minute, and wanting to kill each other the next. That was the relationship we had, and I wouldn’t change it for the world. I absolutely adored you and even though you drove me ballistic at times I know all the jokes came from a place of love. You protected me at every cost, though I didn’t give you much choice considering I pretty much forced you to be in the same form as me when I wrote only your name down as who I wanted to share a class with at the start of year 7. Registration turned into a game of ‘which broken bone will Luke come in to school with today’.
You had demons you didn’t deserve, and I will spend the rest of my life wondering if I could have said or done more to prevent this from happening. The only thing that will get us all through this awful loss is the hope that you are now happy, that you are now at peace, and that those demons have disappeared. You will be so missed Lukey. Have a drink with Josh for me if you see him wherever you are.
Love always, your (as you so charmingly once put it) annoying little sister Mimi xxx