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by ronnie Mar 31, 2011 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Dear Garret, Do you remember when we would just hang out? When john stepped in that puddle up to his knees, and when we tied hiedi's shoelaces together? I remember when I met your mom, you met mine, we shared everything Garret your like my brother, I remember when you went to prison, I was there for you, I wrote you all the time. You were the garret who was going to get better You started working out, we wrote 3 page letters, just talking. You look after me, I look after you. But Garrett that is not how it is at all, when you got out you did not get the help you promised you would. I hate seeing you now, your loosing weight, and not doing what needs to be done, I worry so much but I can't help you now, only you can help yourself.