[Written April 5th, at the behest of my psychologist.]
I don't delude myself into thinking that you're in heaven, or some other take on the fabled afterlife. However, I'd like to think that if you were still with us, you would be proud of my brother and I. You had such an impact on our lives and helped shape us into the people we are today. I'm getting better, slowly. In hospital again but it's been almost a year since I was in last which is a good sign. I finally got into university too, after all these years of trying to get well enough to go back to study.
I miss your smile, your laugh, and your ever-inappropriate jokes and anecdotes. You were like a second father to me and I feel so privileged to have known you. I said a lot at your funeral, but not as much as I would have liked to. Then again, I have to wonder just how many words it would take to do your life justice.
I'll leave it at this: thank you.
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