Letter 68 – Buried in My Bones
Dear Garrett,
The days immediately following the day of your death are not any that I want to speak of. They are days I have no wish to remember, and those days are buried in my bones.
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Dear Garrett, I don’t know how I got Tricia’s name. I have no memory of who gave me her name. All I remember is calling the number and leaving a message. She called me back not too long after and she was the first person, besides, Kevin, that I started talking to. A lifeline….
Letter 41 – I Want to See You
Dear Garrett, After my visit with Annee, the medium, things weren’t suddenly, magically, okay. It wasn’t as if, now that I had heard that you were a happy spirit in the universe, I said, yay, everything is now right in the land. No. That didn’t happen. It did have a great impact on me. It…
Letter 34 – I Hope Your Outcome is Better Than Mine
Dear Garrett, I don’t know if I said this before, but when your friend’s mother came to see me, she told me that she knew what I was going through. And then she said it again. That she knew what I was going through. It took me a minute to understand what she was…
Letter 60 – Bagel Delivery
Dear Garrett, Not long after you died, Alex came to the house. She brought bagels. I don’t think she meant to stay. I think she just meant to shove them into Kevin’s hands and get the heck out of there, but for some reason she did stay. On the porch. And waited for me…
Letter 29 – The Cooking One
Garrett, When you died, I stopped cooking. I didn’t plan to. I just stopped and haven’t yet started up again. I don’t even know what we ate when it first happened. Wendy’s. A lot of Wendy’s. Cans of things. Ramen. I couldn’t bring myself to cook. Maybe at first it was the shock of…
Letter 12 – The Horses by the River
Garrett, The other day I was walking Koda by the river. Walking Koda is a good time to think about you and talk to you in my mind. I don’t usually get very far in the conversation, mostly because as soon as I think of you the grief creeps in and I drop into…
