Where do I begin? I picked up God-Shaped with my Borders gift card yesterday and you’ve been on my mind constantly. How long has it been now, four years? That was such a traumatizing experience: a freak accident that Kelly is still dealing with probably more than I ever can understand. If you were alive today you would be going to Harvard, you’d be in Boston enjoying your days and Kelly would be there- hell who knows, I may have moved with her. I should have taken better care of her. Every time someone says, “Happy Birthday” I think of you. I miss you. But I’m sort of glad you can’t see me now because you’d probably be disappointed in me. The last thing I want is for this project to be about regrets, but I know that a lot of them will be. I’m sorry. I miss you.


