‘Someday, The Wanted are going to come to an end. Someday, when I have children and grandchildren, one of the boys will pass away. One of my grandchildren will see the news and say, “Granny, who is he?”. I’ll go to my room, open up boxes I’ve packed from my past, and look at all of my stuff. I’ll switch on my first TW CD, and the tears will begin to flow from my eyes. I’ll look at the thousands of magazines, pictures, that piece of paper, that ticket that brought me so much happiness. I’ll watch their videos, read their books… I’ll remember that day that I first met/saw them, the day I saw their hair, eyes, smiles, the day I first heard their voices… I’ll remember the first time I heard their first single, All Time Low. I’ll remember all the firsts I had with haters, defending my boys. I’ll remember all of the TWfanmily that I met on the internet. I’ll remember parrots, golfcourses, dad jokes, avatar and brownies. I’ll remember the first time I saw them in concert.. the tears that I wept.. I’ll remember all of their flips.. I felt so close to them… Pride, passion, love.. watching them grow.. So many memories, so many dreams, so many emotions will come to me as my tears are falling. My ears will remember the screaming at the concerts, my anticipation. I’ll remember that The Wanted love me. I’ll remember every single sentence, all of their mistakes. Then my grandchildren will come to me, and they’ll ask, “What happened?”. I will smile, and I’ll say to them, “These boys were the first boys I had ever loved. They taught me that dreams DO come true, and distance isn’t a problem for love- friendship is more important. They taught us to help people in need, and that every single one of us is beautiful in our own way. It hurts me so much, but I’m happy that he’s in heaven.. For the first time, he’ll be surrounded by angels like himself.” I will look through the window, and say, “Goodbye Tom, Nathan, Max, Jay, Siva. I will always love you, and will never, ever forget you”.’