"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

We entire family love you miss u and wish u could communicate with us atleast once want to know where you are and are you happy

I’ve never met you! I wish I did. Mom always begins to cry when we talk about you, which makes Lena and me as unhappy as she is. She always tells us what a gret father you were to her, that you would’ve been a perfect grandfather for us and for our cousins.

I wish I could see you soon, but wouldn’t that mean that I have to die and go to heaven? Then maybe it would be better to say, I hope I see you in 70 years! 😉

I love you! <3

I know that you have not been anywhere that lacks zip code but I want you to know that your book influenced me a lot and, although I have not lost anyone, I know what it is to love your older sister more than anything in the world and I know the feeling of sadness you describe in the book. Thank you for bringing the book to us, your readers, and fill our souls with so much joy. Sincerely, Ana Paula Dircio PS. Forgive the horrible English, I speak Spanish.

you left us about 3 years. we miss you so much, i just wanna see you in my dream. Even if it’s just a dream i already feel happy. Grandpa, we want to back.

Im sorry i cannot be the person you want me to be.

I love you. I miss you. I wish you were here and I could talk to you. Mom says you were good, you were quiet, we were so alike. I don’t know. You were so young, and you didn’t deserve it. I just want you to know, you were loved and you still are loved. Say Hi for me to everybody up there.

Nothing you would notice from looking at us is gone. We still talk, we still laugh, we still have inside jokes, we still listen to music, you still get annoyed at me for not liking Green Day. A bystander wouldn’t know that everything that matters is gone. H and the others still think we’re close.

But something changed. I don’t wait for you before choosing my seat in class anymore. You sit with Y, or with C. You tell them things you don’t tell me. You don’t talk to me every evening anymore. I don’t feel like I could tell you anything anymore. I don’t feel like I’m walking on sunshine whenever I talk to you anymore. Sometimes, I don’t even notice when you’re absent from school until somebody points it out.

You and A might think that it’s because we ratted each other out when we both screwed up. But it was before then. It started when I would sit on the far side of the table because you were more likely to sit next to me and you would sit with C and Q even if you had to pull up a chair and sit at the end of ... Read more

I grew up believing that I was an only child and was lonely because of it. I had our cousins but it just was not the same. I always have been envious of people with their siblings; them playing outside together and just having that bond that only siblings can have. I will never have nieces and nephews or someone to help me when our parents become ill. My children will never have aunts or uncles. And the worst part is, I will be alone after Mom and Dad die. I know this all sounds depressing and it wasn’t your fault that this all happened but I think of it all the time. I can remember Mom being depressed and she came crying to me one night while I was in bed and telling me that she needed to go to the ER. But I didn’t know why she had to go. When I got older, I found out about you three; that you all had died before you could be born and it saddened me. (It still does) I am the only child that survived for Mom and Dad and I am really trying to make them proud ... Read more

You’re gone and part of me is gone with you. You ceased to exist and happy life stopped forever. I just don’t know what I should do. I was devastated. All in this life doesn’t matter anymore. Important is only fact that you are dead. I can’t live without you, brother. No one is to blame for your death. Only God. I just can’t trust him! How i can trust him if he took you? Cancer… You were Augustus Waters, you know? You know, we thought the cancer receded. And I believed that you were coming to see me soon. But you died. I remember that night, remember Dima’s crying, remember hurt. Pain … Now it haunts me. I cry every day, unable to believe that you had ceased to exist. You were 20. And you didn’t have time to live. But I know you are with me. I feel you. Take good care of us. With everlasting love.

You were in my life for a short amount of time. Sometimes I sit and wonder what kind of man you would have turned out to be. It must have been so hard going through so much pain at such a young age. I was only two years old when you passed away but every time I come back to put flowers on your grave I find myself crying. I cry for what I didn’t get to say to you, all the birthdays you never had, the first date you never got to go on, the laughter we would have had together. But I know if you were still here I would be so proud of you. You’re in a better place now and you aren’t in pain anymore. I will always love you buddy!!