To Peyton
Wow. The big 5. 5 years is a long time. I really have been expecting it to get easier and in some ways it has, but without mom here to take me and Liz to see you, I’ve been really fucked up today. I talked to Liz for a bit but her meds make her so tired, I don’t even know how to cope. Its literally mom all over again but with our little space princess. Its just really hard. I don’t know how to take it ever. I don’t know how to feel or what to think or what to do…I just miss you guys. But hey, this year you get to spend it with one of your idols. I was going to write to you when he passed, but I knew you would want to meet him on your own, no surprises. Even though I guess his passing was kind of surprising, being apart of one of our favorite bands. I just can’t imagine LP without him. You must have known this whole time…can you see when we die? Can you see the numbers above our heads? Can you see how and when? I really want to know mine but I also want to know Liz’s. Do I go before her? Does she have to live without all of us and figure out life on her own? Or does she go before me? Do I have to learn how to cope all over again? I know you know that I picked up smoking again, and I’m sure you know that I promised it’d be my last pack…but you know it probably won’t be. Its just…so calming. I need the calm to function these days. I guess its better than drinking, right? I’m not embarrassing myself or hurting those I love anymore. I don’t know what to do, man. I vowed I wouldn’t pick up the blade or the bottle and I’m almost out of smokes…what do I do? I can’t think of anything that gives me the same feeling as the feeling of knowing I’m not here for the long run. Maybe that’s a terrible way to come at this post. Maybe I’m making this about me. But I really think you know…and I just need answers. I miss you so much. I just really need you these days. I’m getting so old…I wonder what you think about it. I wonder how you’re doing wherever you are. I wonder what you’re up to and who you’re with. I just never stop thinking about you. There’s a lot going on lately and I just really wish you could see it all unfold. Remember when we talked about the nazis coming back and we would make a bunker and hide in it? Welp. Fun fact. Nazis never went away and I just really wish we could be in that bunker. Eating cookies and drinking hi-c. I know this is really out of order and everything but you probably knew what I was going to say before I did. Spirits work that way. Is your spirit still at the house? Do you haunt the new family that lives there? Or are you with all of your stuff, packed away in boxes in a storage unit, waiting for me to take you with me when I move out? I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out eventually. Just stay away from mom’s china, okay? She really loves that china set.
I love you so so soooo much, brother. Stay strong for me. I’ll talk to you soon.











