post 52

I hear about you often. Well, not really hear about you, but hear of you. When you’re playing a game online with your brother and talking on the phone or just a passing story that your name comes up. It’s weird, because you’re gone. I’ve had to wall off part of my heart and ignore it when it comes to you. You’re a stranger. Ugh. It feels so odd. You are my child and were my life for so long and now there is nothing there. I miss you being a part of our lives. I miss being in your life. I miss knowing you.

I got you a shirt and had it sent to you at school. I didn’t attach my name to it or anything like that. It isn’t for my own recognition, but for you. You’re a senior and had you been living here or had I been a part of your life, I would have bought it for you. I want you to have the senior things that you deserve to have. I hope it found you and I hope you like it.

I love you.