As most of you know, Kaylon Varnes, my best friend of twenty plus years passed away almost a year ago in a tragic car accident, in which he was not at fault. While at work yesterday I began, as I often do, to think about him and the many memories of friendship that we shared. Perhaps you have lost a loved one in your life and know exactly what I am talking about. I thought to myself that it would be so wonderful to have just one more talk with him. I did the next best thing and I wrote him a letter which I will share with you now. Its not a long letter, and not very wordy or poetic, but there is a lot of raw feeling behind what I wrote, and I just have to believe that somehow he got to read these words once I wrote them.
Dear Kaylon,
I miss you, man. You've been gone eleven months and two days. There's not a single day that goes by that I don't think about you. I try to think about the good times. I try not to think about the morning I got the news that you were gone. I try not to think about all the things you never got to do, and all you could have been, but then I do and my heart breaks over again every single time, and I cry. I try to remember what I told you. I wish I would have called you more. Your mom always said it made your day when I did. I think I could have been a better friend. I wish I could see you again.
Your friend,
Jessman.
