{"id":142,"date":"2014-08-28T23:14:09","date_gmt":"2014-08-28T23:14:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-eric\/"},"modified":"2014-08-28T23:14:09","modified_gmt":"2014-08-28T23:14:09","slug":"dear-eric","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-eric\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Eric"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>the way you left was so peaceful. you were ready for it. you knew what was coming and surrounded yourself with the ones you loved. loved. i&#8217;ll never quite get used to the past tense. i feel like i didn&#8217;t quite know you well enough. after it happened, we had to go through all your belongings. it felt like stealing. but seeing all these things i learned so much about you, and i wish i had known you or even remembered you before we went to visit and found you bald and too skinny. it scared me so much. things like these aren&#8217;t supposed to happen. you were only 35. like a brother to my mom. sometimes, when i can&#8217;t sleep, she tells me stories about how you climbed trees together and she dangled by her knees, hair flopping everywhere. i miss you.  i miss what could&#8217;ve been you. i missed you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>the way you left was so peaceful. you were ready for it. you knew what was coming and surrounded yourself with the ones you loved. loved. i&#8217;ll never quite get used to the past tense. i feel like i didn&#8217;t quite know you well enough. after it happened, we had to go through all your [&hellip;]<\/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-142","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\/142","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=142"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/142\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=142"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=142"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=142"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}