Dear Gogs.

You were the crazy cool woman who brought fun and joy and laughter and merriment to our family when we moved to Brighton. I would have been 5 or 6 ish when we first met you. A nonstop, constant whirlwind of playful activity and witty banter. The life and soul of every party. You became the big sister who would babysit me and my brother so my parents could have a life but we thought you just liked hanging out with us. You were fun to hang out with. You would would make anything and everything interesting. You taught us how to entertain ourselves. How to create our own games to play, using nothing but our imaginations. 

You taught me how to be cool and cheeky and how not to give a f***.

I've been trying to find the words to express everything I want to say to properly remember you but I can't.