I know you don’t know me… or my twin sister because You died a month after you married Mom and she never got to tell you that she was pregnant with us, but anyways I wanted to telll you that Mom misses you. She still drives that precious car of your around and repeatedly plays your music CDs. I think she’s hoping the rev of the engine will reach your ears up in heaven and tell you that she loves you. Avery and I grew up listening to Mom tell us stories of how you guys met when you were really young and she never left your side. She told us how she loved you since before she knew what the word meant and that it turned out you felt the same way. We thought it was the greatest love story ever. When we were four Mom said she drove us halfway across the United States to your hometown so she could take us to meet you. I don’t know how but I remember me and Avery tracing your name on the headstone with our little fingers. Mom said she felt you there with us, I thought she was going crazy at the time but now I think I believe her. She says me and Vree both have your eyes. I like to think that your eyes are watching over us, especially Mom. Mom loves you still. I don’t think she will ever stop. Vree thinks she’s silently counting down the days until she sees you again and a part of me agrees. Don’t worry, she’s not gonna leave us. If anyone knows her well enough, it’s you. I love you Dad, so does Vree. I’ll write again soon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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