To the woman my husband loves: If you’re reading this, then it must be true, he loves you without a shadow of a doubt or else he wouldn’t have given this to you. I can only hope that you feel the same way about him that he does about you. I wanted to write this letter because I wanted you to know one very important thing: I’m so glad he’s found you. I only wish I could be there somehow to meet you, and maybe in some ways I am. Outside of my husband and my two beautiful children, you are the most important person in the world to me because I am gone and they are yours now. You need to take care of them: make them laugh, hold them when they cry, stand up for them, and teach them wrong from right. The thought of you gives me hope; hope that Alex remembers what it feels like to be young and in love, hope that Josh finds someone to fish with again, hope that Lexie has someone to help her on her wedding day. I hope that one day my family will be whole again. And most of all hope that somehow I’m there with all of you, watching over all of you.
Promise me something, Katie: you’ll take a lot of pictures and only regret the ones that you didn’t take.
It’s a bike, not a kidney.
The good thing, Katie, is that life is full of second chances.
Good, you can keep me from peeking inside neighbors windows, it’s a bad habit of mine.
It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it? Look at how the light shines through the trees.
You know, you’re right,Katie, but some of us don’t have that choice.
I wish I had a good excuse, but I have a curiosity.
