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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Letter 18 – Laying on the Bed
Dear Garrett, I remember one time laying on the bed with you when you were in early middle school. My bed was where we had all of our serious discussions. Whenever there was something that needed to be talked about, we’d say, let’s go to the bed. And we’d lay down on it and…
Letter 26 – Only Child
Dear Garrett, When Genevieve referred to herself the other day as an only child, I was stunned. It never occurred to me that she would see herself as an only child after you died. We were sitting in a restaurant, the two of us. Just chatting about not much of anything. She was talking…
Letter 57 – What’s the Point of This
Dear Garrett, I really hate it that I know more now than I did then. What am I supposed to do with this knowledge? What does it matter now? This knowledge doesn’t help you. I am angry that I didn’t know enough to help you when you needed me. I am angry that I…
Letter 5 – Are You There, or What
Hi, Garrett. My counselor tells me that I need to find a way to go towards love. That there is love that you have to give, that you still are able to share with me. She is telling me that you are out there. Are you there?
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 30 – The Dog Park
Dear Garrett, It can’t have felt good, to have people look down on you and say I don’t like you. It’s hard to feel good about yourself when there are people telling you that they don’t like you. Or in a more distant way, to watch out for that person. That feels bad. Today,…
