Finally finally finally. That is all I can say as of the moment. Finally, you've come to your senses. I know I was prety harsh with you back there, but you have to understand that I think highly of the talent you have. Not worth keeping from other people, especially when others would kill to have it too. Keep on writing Ryan, you're good at it. Believe me.
Here's my own contribution. I warn you, it's sad.
ANDREW
My son…
I hope you don’t mind if I start rambling again
Emily came by today
Ah… sweet Emily…
We looked at your photo album and laughed together
But her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes
“Come on baby, you can do it!”
“Ma… ma…”
“Oh baby! You did it!”
The six year old boy down the street
I can’t seem to remember his name
He doesn’t ride his bike around anymore
He says only Andy can fix his bike
“Mom, I’ve enlisted in the army.”
I willed for the tears to stop
And I turned my face away.
Every night, I light a candle
And think of the day that’s just ended
I close my eyes and wish to hear your voice
But not a sound ever comes
“I’m sorry Ma’am… he got hit…”
“I’m sorry…”
Not Andy… not my son…
A year’s gone by
Everyone misses you terribly
The six year old boy down the street
Emily
Me
“Mommy, good night kiss?”
Good night Andy.
Mommy loves you.