I picked up the first note off the top of the box. I opened the folded piece of paper. When I saw my brother's handwriting tears filled my eyes.
Wilma, I imagine you are hurt and grief stricken. I love you so much and don't you ever think otherwise. These notes I'm writing are for you, not mom, and not dad. They wouldn't understand, but I'm hoping you do. I'm sorry I left you. But I have, or had, my reasons. Life isn't what anyone expects or wants. Maybe you'll understand that one day, though I hope you don't take the route I decided to take. I don't want to see you again for a long while. A you read these notes, try not to overwhelm yourself, as I know you tend to do. This is the last note I wrote, the rest of them are in order, first to last, but I thought the last thing I wrote would be the first one you would want to see. Do not spend your life thinking of me. I love you I love you Wilma, I'll see you on the other side.
Tears filled my eyes and a few spilled over. I neatly folded the note again and placed it on my bed. With shaking hands I opened the next note.
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