• Dear Leah,

    I’m writing you this letter, probably because I’m too chicken to do say everything personally. I want to answer all your questions about me and my life, God knows you’ve waited long enough!

    First let me tell you about my real mom. My mother was a sweet lady, beautiful gal, I’m sure you would absolutely LOVE her if you met her. She was a people person, had an amazing listening talent. She just loved to sit there, listening to your talk. The bad news? She had some people that weren’t so happy when she tried to talk to them. Yes, my mother, at age 36, was shot by such people. When she died I was sent to a foster home, that’s where I got to the loving parents I have today.

    I also wanted to tell you, yes my dear Leah, you did hook me on country music. I find myself sitting there, singing to the radio. I just can’t get enough! Coffee too, boy you’re so persuasive. “DRINK IT JAY! DRINK THE DANG COFFEE!” Is such a great way to take that first sip.

    Yeah, you and me are never going to be separated, I can guarantee you that! Not many people have parties that are only them two. I sit here, looking at the pictures we took, drunk off that apple juice and high off of sharpies, where we were laughing the entire time.

    As I sit her, millions of miles away… I also think about some of the more sad times we’ve had, where we just sit and cry heart-wrenching sobs. Even though we’re blubbering, we can still understand each other! That’s what best friends SISTERS, do, right?

    I remember when Logan broke up with you, and I sat there, laughing. You asked me what was so funny, and I looked at you and smiled, “His a** is mine.” I’ll never forget how that got you to smile, even laugh, during your time of need.

    Yet I sit here and think… Why wasn’t I there that day? Why wasn’t I there when you took your first sip? Where was I when you crashed your car into that pole that night? Where was I when you took your last breath?

    Then I smile and think, you were in my heart, and you still are… I love you, and nothing, not even death, can change that.


    I love you, BFForever,
    Jay