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Love Letter #6
You are so strong it's crazy. And I don't mean just physically. I remember once when I was little I was crying, I forget why. You grabbed me by the shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "Stop crying," you said. It wasn't a command, but you didn't plead to me. It was almost like you didn't want me to stop. Maybe if I cried you wouldn't have to? But I stopped anyways. Maybe I shouldn't have.
You were so cool. Really tall, always smiling. Before. For awhile you didn't smile and I thought it was because of me. "You're getting so big," you'd tell me. But you didn't sound happy about it. I wonder about the day your stopped caring, and when you cared again. I would climb trees and scrape my knees and get bloodied up as much as possible, you didn't blink an eye.
I'm glad you were never abusive. That you always loved us, and cared for us in times when others do not. Even though we were constant reminders, tokens of a life with people you absolutely hated. Worst of all, me. I was named after him. I remember you stopped saying my name.
I think it was stormy times for us all. They are all over, and while they were great they weren't horrible. We have redeemed ourselves now. And I'm so proud of you.
Sincerely,
Gryndelown
Love Letter #6
