{"id":528,"date":"2016-01-17T04:53:10","date_gmt":"2016-01-17T04:53:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-papa-jack\/"},"modified":"2016-01-17T04:53:10","modified_gmt":"2016-01-17T04:53:10","slug":"dear-papa-jack","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/dear-papa-jack\/","title":{"rendered":"Dear Papa (Jack)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Wow. It&#8217;s been forever hasn&#8217;t it? Mom lied to me about the way you died &#8211; it was probably just for protection and I know she didn&#8217;t mean to lie but it was probably better for me anyways &#8211; I was young when it happened. I remember the night my dad told me the truth &#8211; which frankly my mom doesn&#8217;t know about &#8211; still. I want to ask her about it but I&#8217;m too afraid she&#8217;ll get upset. I mentioned you in therapy a while ago &#8211; I would rather talk to you anyways. I don&#8217;t remember a lot about you &#8211; my dad didn&#8217;t like you that much he didn&#8217;t like grandma either &#8211; he said it was your fault you two split apart. I don&#8217;t think it was your fault. I remembered how kind you were &#8211; how caring  &#8211; I was young and I&#8217;d occasionally spill things on your carpet &#8211; it&#8217;s probably my most vivid memory of you &#8211; I remember spilling Coke or some type of soda on your carpet &#8211; my mom instantly yelled at me &#8211; told me how I wasn&#8217;t careful enough and when I started to cry you got upset with my mom and comforted me &#8211; you cleaned the carpet and went along with your day. I suppose it wasn&#8217;t a big deal but it meant a lot. When you get old you never failed to buy me toys and stuffed animals and things along those lines &#8211; I still have that dinosaur you gave me &#8211; i still sleep with it &#8211; it&#8217;s the one thing that reminds me of you. I wish I could talk to you one more time &#8211; seriously though I have so many questions. I want to ask my mom if you left a note &#8211; and I&#8217;m too afraid to ask. I&#8217;m not sure what I&#8217;m afraid of though &#8211; my mom or reading it. I mentioned you to my language arts teacher the other day also &#8211; she tried to explain to me why people did commit suicide &#8211; I didn&#8217;t know how to tell her that I&#8217;d felt that way before and I didn&#8217;t need an explanation &#8211; I&#8217;m too afraid to do a lot of things now. I want to know why you did it &#8211; i want to know all the small details &#8211; what gun did you use &#8211; what time was it &#8211; how bad were you hurting? Maybe that all sounds morbid but I want to know everything about you. Maybe we could&#8217;ve helped eachother. We&#8217;re quite similar now that I think about it. I don&#8217;t believe my mom when she tells me that you weren&#8217;t a good man. I don&#8217;t think I ever will because all I can remember is how loved you made me feel. The only reason I&#8217;m even a Christian is because of you &#8211; honestly the whole God part doesn&#8217;t really make sense to me. I just kind of want to know that when I die I have somewhere to go. Hopefully you&#8217;ll be there. You&#8217;re also the reason I&#8217;m still alive. thank you I suppose. Maybe I&#8217;ll see you sometime soon &#8211; I don&#8217;t know how much longer I can hold up .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wow. It&#8217;s been forever hasn&#8217;t it? Mom lied to me about the way you died &#8211; it was probably just for protection and I know she didn&#8217;t mean to lie but it was probably better for me anyways &#8211; I was young when it happened. I remember the night my dad told me the truth [&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-528","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\/528","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=528"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/528\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=528"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=528"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/loveletters.avadellaira.com\/love-letters\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=528"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}