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Dear Sis,

I'm sitting here about to write this letter and it's funny because I'm more worried about what you'll think then what I'll say. So I guess I'll just start this letter by saying something you won't be mad at: I love you sis - more than any little brother could love his big sister in this world, I'm also proud of you - more proud of the things you've done than anything that I could do in this world. I've been told that I am a very smart person and that I can do a lot of things well it's funny because my motivation for almost all that I do so that I can see the look in your eyes and while I know that you may be short on words, I know when you're proud of the things I do, I know that behind your stone looks your happy for me. As I sit here writing you this letter, a letter that you may never read I know that if you ever saw it, you'd know exactly what I mean.

We may not ever have been the best of friends growing up, and we may not be as tight as other siblings but we are unique you and me. It's funny because as the world keeps changing and as the time passes by, I see as we get older all the wisdom that you provide. My sister, the best sister this is my "Get Well" card, I need you to get better because no one else can drive me thru nagging quite like you can. You are what keeps me humble, you are part of what keeps me sane and at the same time you are what gives me inspiration on the darkest of days. You know that they say that God chooses those with the strongest shoulders to carry the burdens of the world, and well I can't think of anyone else with stronger shoulders than yours. I may not truly understand what ails you, I only wish that I could fight it for you but since I can't I just want you to know that I will ALWAYS be there to fight it with you. From where I sit here in Corpus, I close my eyes, strecth out my arms and give you a hug all the way in Houston, a hug - the one thing you dislike the most.lol.

But seriously, I need you to get better okay. Because I have to have you around, without you I have no Cajun food, I have no G35 to beg to drive, I have no hard wood floors to mess up and most importantly I won't have one of the few people who truly know me in this world. For now though I'll close this letter the same way I end each of our calls.... "'The fuck up punk, I'll talk you you later"

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