Dear Dan,
I’ve thought about writing to you for a while now, but I never know how to start. So I sit at my desk and I stare at the blinking cursor on my screen until my brain empties itself of whatever I wanted to share in the first place.
It’s been almost 2 1/2 years since you passed away and today Los Angeles is being hit with the first hurricane to pass through since the 1930s. I sometimes think about the milestones (good and bad) you’re not here for and how each day is one day further away from the day you died and then I feel guilty for being morbid.
-K
