Claire and I wrote letters and that is how we'd been in contact for some time. I will treasure how much comfort she found in my letters - the little colouring and puzzle pages I put in letters gave her a distraction from her thoughts and my words brought her escapism from the hospital walls.

I've lost other friends to Eating Disorders, the total now comes to five. There statistics are that 1 in 5 sufferers of an Eating Disorder will die, but each of those people to me will never become a statistic. There's a better chance now that you will survive cancer than you will an Eating Disorder yet cancer is far more widely known and spoken about than Eating Disorders. How crazy and stupid is that?!
Tonight I'm filled will a heavy heart. Missing Claire and knowing that I will never hear from her again; that I will never see her handwriting again; that she is gone forever.
I'm not sure if I've written the right words because there feels no words to properly say how I feel or give Claire the justice that her life deserves.
Claire, I will always miss you and I'm sorry that you're gone. I feel angry and wish that I could have done more to help you and get better advocacy for you which is what you so desperately needed like we spoke about. I'm sorry that you're dreams of working in catering and baking cakes will never come true; that you will never know recovery and what it is like to be free from your demons that held too you for so long.
I could say I miss you a million times and it still wouldn't be enough. I could type forever and it too won't ever be enough. You always enjoyed my rampling in my letter as it gave you more to read. I hope you are free now and I'm sorry that you had to go too soon before your time.