# In Memory of Mel
Mel, I just heard the sad news today, and the weight of it feels as heavy as the day we first met, 43 years ago. It was in the shadow of my brother David's passing that our paths first crossed, a time of profound grief for me that you so gently helped to soften with your presence. You were, quite simply, my first real love.
My friends, in their well-meaning but misguided way, would often say you were too posh for a woodend boy like me, that I should stick to my own kind. But you never saw it that way. You saw something in me I couldn't see myself, and for that, I will always be grateful.
Your love for your horse, Copper, was a beautiful thing to witness. The way you cared for him, the bond you shared—it spoke volumes about the depth of your character. And Ben, your loyal dog, was a testament to your capacity for nurturing and affection.
We built our first home together, filled with dreams and hopes for the future. Though my own infidelities would eventually broker our parting, I want you to know that those early memories remain some of the most cherished in my heart.
The devotion you showed to your father was remarkable, a love so profound that you honored him by naming your son after him. I confess I wasn't keen on the idea at the time, but I understand now that it was a reflection of the deep reverence you held for family and legacy.
I'll always remember that Sade concert we attended—you were radiant, your face illuminated by the stage lights, your spirit soaring with every note. In that moment, you were truly the sweetest gift, a rose amongst the thorns, a vision of grace and beauty that I was privileged to witness.
And now here I am, in Saint Petersburg, a city of memories and ghosts, where the past feels so present. It seems fitting that I should be here now, reflecting on you, on us, on all that was and all that might have been.
All my love from Saint Petersburg.
Martin
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Martin McGee
09/02/2026
