To my family, if you read this, I get that I'm expendable, optional, less worthy. We see things differently. I don't believe in brushing things under the rug and you do. I believe in redemption and you don't. I don't like family secrets and you won't admit we have them. I take responsibility for being a 20-something naive girl but you expect me to have behaved like a 90-year-old with 14 PhDs in Human Behavior and Actual Consequences of Going Against Your Mother. I'm stronger because of what I went through, but I have scars that never quite seem to heal. I'd do it all again the exact same way because I believe I was doing what was best for me and what was right at the time. I miss you, the way I remember you at your best and brightest, and I'll always love you for the good things you brought into my life, even if was for a short time.
To my sister, G. You were also really good at making me laugh. You always got so excited about so many things and it was fun to have you tell your stories. It was nice after you were married to get to know you on a new level. We have some fun memories.
To all of you, I love you. We're all where we are now for reasons personal to us. And it's alright. At least I hope so. I hope you're all well. That you all are happy and healthy. I pray for you each every day, that you'll know I love you, even from far away.