I knew you pretty much my entire life. I hung out at your house a lot since we lived right down the street and I loved being there. My favorite memories with you always seem to have something embarrassing in them, I guess you brought that out. It always felt like we were doing something so fun and were taking a far trip when we were allowed to walk down to your house to play and I really enjoyed those times. I don\u2019t remember when you got sick or when they told me that you had Cancer but I do remember that you didn\u2019t look like yourself. We didn\u2019t hang out as much (With my cousin) considering you had moved and all but even after it seemed as if we weren\u2019t making those terribly embarrassing memories. I remember when you were admitted to the hospital, my sister and mom went to visit you and it broke my sisters heart seeing you like that. I never got to visit you in the hospital because of school, I don\u2019t know whether that’s a good thing or not because I don\u2019t know if I could have seen you like that. I don\u2019t remember the talk my mom had with me and my siblings or when it was but all I remember was that you weren\u2019t with us anymore. It broke my heart at the funeral and I hated seeing everyone so distraught. I wish you weren\u2019t gone. It hurt everyone and I still don\u2019t like the thought that you’re not here. I miss you. I hope you\u2019re in a better place.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I knew you pretty much my entire life. I hung out at your house a lot since we lived right down the street and I loved being there. My favorite memories with you always seem to have something embarrassing in them, I guess you brought that out. It always felt like we were doing something […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1356","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-love-letters"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1356","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1356"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1356\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1356"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1356"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1356"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}