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A letter never read by my friend
When Carmen called me at 6 in the morning I thought it was a joke. She was calling from your phone. When I saw it was your number my first thought was that I had over slept and you were calling to find out where I was. When I answered it was Carmen. "Kevin is dead". Those were her words, "Kevin is dead." "Is this a joke!?" Those were the first words out of my mouth. I had no idea how I could wake up on the morning of my birthday only to find out you had died that night. She said you never came to bed. She woke up around 4 and went looking for you. She said you were on the couch with your arms behind your back. I remember that couch. I hate that you died alone in the middle of the night.
I want you to know I miss you. I think about you often. I wish I could thank you for all the fun we had. No one could be around you and not find themselves caught in the middle of some kind of crazy fun. They patched the holes we blew in the drywall yesterday. It needed to be done but I felt sad. It's one less reminder of the fun we had. Whenever I walk through the produce isle at Von's I think of us buying bags of potatos to blow up. They're also tearing down the grain mill across the street. You remember the empty grain mill? That was always a great target. We had a memorial service for you. The room was filled with people. Carmen brought a lot pictures. Dude, I can't believe you had hair once. You were smiling or goofing off in every picture. I miss that. We always had fun. When things got too stressful you always found a way to lighten up the day. I hope you know that your missed. The world isn't the same without you. I love you and miss you.
