Damon,
I thought about you last night. Actually, I’ve been thinking a lot about you lately. But last night I thought about that time at Nona’s farm, when we borrowed her fishing pole. All we wanted to do was catch dinner, to make her proud. What a nightmare that turned out to be. But even after I hooked my finger and sent her pole traveling nearly a mile down river, before we caught up to its mangled remains, you shouldered the blame. You marched into her tiny kitchen and announced that it was you who had broken it. Instinctively, you knew she’d blow a gasket if I copped to it. Even as kids, she so obviously adored you more, even though I was her family. You were so good, the best of everyone and everything. Better things in life was always a possibility when we were together. So lately, I’ve been wondering how it is life can derail someone? Just take then from their perch in life and drop them from a cliff. How it can lead you to believe you have it all and then, from out of nowhere, it’s gone; all of it - the good, the bad, the future. And the only happiness left lives in the past – a past that I will never again know. The one that died, the day you died.
Missing you forever,
Missy
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