"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

Sorry. “Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out.”, we care too much about what others think and I’m sorry. That no one was there to be your wings and catch you when the clouds themselves fell. Sorry nobody reconsidered and rethought what they said before it was too late.

Its been my 5 time rereading your book and it simply still has me in tears. Its a really beautiful piece and it easy to connect to and understand. I just wanted to say its a really beautiful piece and I fell completely in love with this novel best book i have ever read.

I know it’s probably weird to write a letter to a cat. But you just left us and I have so much I still wanted to say. The most important one being, why didn’t you listen to me? I told you not to chase the bird but you did it anyway. But I don’t blame you, you’re a kitten and kittens generally don’t do what they’re told. I wish you hadn’t left us on my birthday, we were going to eat cake with your Uncle Sherbet which has been our tradition we were going to start sharing with you, but now you’ll never get the chance. Sherbet and Tabitha have been moping about and sleeping in my room. They can tell I’m mourning, Sherbet stared at a picture of you for a few hours yesterday, god it’s only been two days… I miss you so much Little One.

All I can say is, that I’m really really sad about the thing, that I didn’t live at the same time as you! I was born 2001. My dad is a huge fan of you and I inherit it from him. You were a great musican, a very very great musican and I’ll never forget THIS moment: I was maybe 4 years old (it’s my earliest memory of my childhood). My dad cooked something in the kitchen and he listend to loud music. Everytime when I heard music, I went there. So I went downstairs and I hear you screem: “HERE WE ARE NOW, ENTERTAIN US!!!” I fell in love with your music with just four years! It’s so crazy. At my parents wedding for 5 years they played your song “Come as you are” and that was the moment I began to hear your music erveryday and evey moment in my life. Your music is the soundtrack of my life! And I have to say THANKS for this great music in my life! I will never forgett you and your music!

I miss you all, but I don’t know you. It that weird?

You died when I was six, Mary. I used to go to your house in Queens, and sometimes I really didn’t want to go. Now, I regret not spending more time with you. I can’t go to Queens without thinking about you and being sad.

I’ve never met you, Joseph. You died before I was born, so I’ve only heard things about you. From what I can tell, you were a wonderful father and a wonderful grandfather. You made people laugh and you purposely lost at cards so that you grandchildren could get money. I would have loved to have known you.

I knew you the longest, Alan. I never spent much time with you, but I loved you anyway. You were an amazing person, and so great to me. You treated me like a real person. Thank you for being the grandfather I never had.

I met you when I was little, Sindel. People don’t believe me, but I remember you smiling down at me. That smile is the earliest memory I have, and I’m glad it is. I don’t have much else to say.

I miss you all. Wherever you ... Read more

It’s been so long since you’ve been gone, but it feels just like yesterday that you were here. I remember when I first saw your movie, “Uptown Girls” where you co-stared with Dakota Fanning. It seems so weird seeing you in that now. You were the daughter of a deceased rock star and his wife. Your character, Molly, didn’t really grow up at all because, in a sense, her childhood was ripped from her. I can’t imagine having my childhood ripped from me. It would suck, but then I remember one scene in the movie where Molly tells Rae that she’s scared. I didn’t understand what she had meant when I was a little girl, but I do now. I understand how scary becoming an adult can be. I’ll never admit this to anyone else, but I can admit it to you. I’m scared to be an adult. I’m scared of moving on because when you move on you lose people. You lose friends and I don’t want to lose the people I have right now. They’ve been my family these four miserable years of high school. We’ve been through so much and I know that a few of them ... Read more

Things are getting so hard and it’s starting to feel like I don’t have a purpose anymore. I have no idea what to do with my life and I don’t even know if I’m gonna be able to graduate on time this year. I’m sorry, I know I let all of you down. You probably look at me from wherever you are and wish I wasn’t part of your family. I’m so alone. I don’t have any friends and I’m making myself stay in an emotionally abusive relationship because I don’t want to be more alone than I already am. I feel like I have no impact on anybody’s lives, there’s always somebody more important. I’m so sorry for the person I’ve become, I’m know I’m a disappointment. But please don’t forget that y’all still have such an important spot in my heart. I wish all of you could be here. I feel like things would be normal because I would have my childhood happiness back. I miss home so much. I love you.

It’s been 129 days without you, and it kind of sucks. Life sucks.

I’ve been thinking lately about how this could have been different. Like, maybe if I had more experience with loss and death and heartbreak, then losing you wouldn’t have hurt so much. Wouldn’t still hurt so much. But, who knows. Maybe it still hurts even after going through it millions of times.

I read “Love Letters to the Dead” because I thought it’d be something we’d make fun of after, but honestly, it’s pretty good. I can’t remember the last time I read a book.

Anyways, wherever you are, if you get the chance , I suggest reading the book. It’s a lot different than one would expect.

I wish things could of been different. I wish things didn’t go the way they did.

Life isn’t better without you.