And you may have never known it but my signature is modeled after yours. I know you are now a part of everything and I feel your love surround me with every breath I take.
I must have been 16, not one specific date of that year, but we fought—a lot. I even thought about going to the counselor at school, but I doubt that she would care.
Just like you vowed you always would. Dear Dad.
To brush off the dirt, but to stand up again, straight and tall and to keep on moving, even when the palms of your hands are scathed and bloody and your knees are bruised blue, is something that should be taught to all girls of three and four, and again at nine and twelve and seventeen.
Love, — Nicole Gurney Dad, For piling us up in the car with no destination in mind. Dear Mom, I usually don't do stuff like this, but I thought this may be a good way to talk to you. For pointing out the crumbling foundation in the woods and spotting the rusted farm equipment with the weeds grown up and through.