Adapted from my "just in case this is my last chance to tell you" letter to A, March 15th, last year. (It was.)
Someone asked me today if the reason you and I got so close, even though we were 7 years apart, was all the interests we had in common. I said I don't think that was it. I don't think it would have mattered what I was into. I think the reason you're so easy for me to be with is that you accept me for whoever I am.
I think you do that for everyone. I think that's one of your gifts. But you were the first person in our family to do that for me; and I don't even know how to tell you what that meant to me back then, or what it still means.
With all of the dread hanging over us these days, I still feel lighter every time I walk into a room and see you.
I love you so much.