Sarahlynn McArthur,
I didn't know your middle name was Katherine.
I guess you can learn a lot of things about a person at their funeral.
Mom convinced me to fly out; I can't say I regret doing it.
I also can't say that I think it was a good idea for me to.
Seeing the casket seemed like a final kind of goodbye.
How about that? A goodbye before we ever got to properly say hello...
If there's such a thing as heaven, and I don't turn out to be a horrible person, maybe I'll get to say "hi" to you, then.
But just in case there is no such thing and you're a ghost floating around somewhere--maybe even reading this over my shoulder as I scratch the words onto this paper...
Hello, Sarah.
Michael
YOU ARE READING
Remember Me, Sarah
Teen FictionSarahlynn McArthur was not expecting the news that her mildly-estranged Aunt Matilda had passed away when she sent a letter to her. She also was not expecting to receive the news from a young man named Michael. Perhaps the thing she was expecting th...
