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My letter to Jerry Collins

Jerry Collins was killed along with his wife when a bus crashed into their car in southern France. (AFP PHOTO / FILES / GIANLUIGI GUERCIA)
Roar Rookie
13th July, 2015
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Upon Jerry Collins’ death in a car accident some weeks ago, I realised that there were a number of things that I would never get to say to him.

I decided to pen a letter listing these things, addressed to the great man himself.

Dear Jerry,

Wherever you are right now, I hope you read this. Because for all intents and purposes, you were my childhood, and you will forever hold a very special place in my heart.

You were a childhood hero. I grew up a fan of the Wellington Lions, the Hurricanes and the All Blacks. I watched you every single week. I thought you were the hardest man in sport. And you know what? I still do.

Every Saturday morning I’d go out and play a game of rugby and then I would come home and watch you do the same that night. We would all try to be you. To put a hit on like you did, to play the game the way you could play it.

I have looked up to you my entire life. When I think of my childhood you were a huge part of it. And now you’re gone.

Every time the boys run out onto the park, you’ll be there.

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I think it is important to realise that we haven’t just lost an amazing All Black; we’ve lost a great man. A man who after hitting Colin Charvis with perhaps the biggest hit rugby has ever seen, went and shared a beer with him after the match when he was released from hospital.

I honestly don’t know what to say. You gave me so much happiness. You gave all of us happiness. And I know I’ll never get to say these things to you. I’ll never get to tell you anything.

But you are my hero. And that will never change. The hardest man in rugby, with the warmest smile in the world. Jerry Collins.

Rest in peace, Jerry.

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