Dear friend

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Dear friend,

I drove by the fair ground today, I had the urge to walk around, like we did when I was little. The smell of hay and animals was still just as strong. I remembered that time that I saw a baby deer and I was so scared to feed it but you took my hand .and helped me, telling me it wouldn't bite. Mom looked on in fascination, wondering how it was that you were the only one who could get to me like that. After a few minutes of continually telling me the deer won't bite my hand was filled with soft little deer fur. The smile wouldn't dare to be held back.

You smiled and told me ' I told you it would be fine'. Lifting me up onto your awkwardly tall legs and sat me there. I was sitting at a slant due to the height of your boney; long legs. the bench we were sat on was not tall enough for us to look normal, it makes me smile thinking about it. Mom, as always, was taking pictures with her disposable camera. I remember this day very well, there are some parts missing and not a lot of detail but I remembered most of it for the simple fact of it being with you.

A smile snuck it's way onto my content face, the next thing I knew I was handing the heavy, miserable looking man a $20 bill and walking through crowds of laughing children and loving parents.

Looking around I could see so many different reactions to the freely running animals, some children screamed and cried while others laughed and ran up to them. It was truly a sight to see, that place could make any single person smile at the worst of times. You would have loved it, maybe more than I have.

Aunt Kenzie invited me for some coffee. She told me some new stories you had never told me. Childhood mistakes. She misses your phone class and laughs. I think we all do.

I especially miss the snack you had waiting for me when I got home, the stories of the day you shared with me, I'd tell you about my day. You always told me that high school wasn't worth the stress and worry, I've never heard something so truly spoken. I just wish I could have listened to you while I could.

She wants to put mom into rehab, she needs help but I know I can help her without sending her away. I need to help her myself, she doesn't need to chemically alter herself to feel better, I know she doesn't.

Much thanks,

Lacy.