dear fred,
happy christmas. i'm getting through it, i'm working through it, i'm making it through it. mum has made you yet another sweater, yes she cried when we opened it, but it just reminded us of how when we were pulling a prank that one time and you burnt a hole in your sweater, that was funny. i know your reading these, just not physically. I'm rebuilding my mental health, making it stronger, telling myself I'll see you soon, I'm getting better fred, it's been a rough year without you, but I'm getting better. but I still ask myself,
fred, why did it have to be you?
i really have nothing else to say besides I love you, I miss you, and I cannot wait to see you and pull more pranks up there with you.
x,
george
