"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You were always my best friend. I am just like you; through and through. We used to sit and talk for hours and you helped me to navigate everything. It’s been a little over 2 years since you passed. I held your hand as you went and I know you were comforted by that. But I can’t get the image of your face out of my mind. You’re the only person that could have helped me to deal with that. Today would have been your 84th birthday and I can’t help but be reminded of all that you’re not here to share with me. My son is 9 months old and he’ll never get the pleasure of basking in your warm smile and perfect hugs. You didn’t get to see me graduate college, I know that was your dream. I can’t ask your advice or tell you about my days. I can’t massage your poor, swollen, arthritic feet after I help you into bed. I miss that. I can’t touch puzzles or popsicles anymore; those were our things. I guess what I’m trying to say is that I love you. I miss you. I hope that you can watch your family grow from where you are. I promise to keep your memory alive.