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Dear Jay...
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Dear Jay,
I really miss you. You know, it's funny. When you were still alive, I used to wonder what things would be like if you were gone. For some reason, I thought I would be a pillar of strength for our families, that everyone would rely on me..it was bullshit. But then again, you were Jay, you were invincible. Nothing, ever, could touch you. Nothing but that damn truck. Shit, Jay, I love you. It's tough. Your mom never liked me, so your family cut me off. At the funeral, she walked over to me and said, "Hannah, it's all your fault. If my poor Jay had never married you, he wouldn't have been in that damn truck. You have nobody to blame but yourself. YOU KILLED HIM."
She walked away from me, sobbing. Sometimes, I forget what happened, and when I wake up in the morning, I roll over, expecting to feel you pull me closer. But you're not there. Shit.
I love you so much. -Hannah


