Dear Michael

Dear Michael,

I don't have anything else to say other than I miss you. I miss you being around to make fun of; I miss fighting with you; I miss picking my nose with you while we watch t.v. alone when mom and dad are on dates.

There is a lot that we're missing out on each other that I've had plans on since I understood anything in life. You were supposed to sit in boredom at my graduation while you waited a decade just to hear my name called for me to walk up to grab my diploma and pull a sneering face at you. You were supposed to be nervous with me when I start college this fall. You were supposed to lean over my shoulder and laugh at me when I bawl over my mission call letter. You were supposed to sit in the front row of my final vocal recital and attempt at holding back laughs when I hit the high notes that most people with testosterone shouldn't be able to.

And I was supposed to grudgingly come and watch your soccer games this summer and-- again-- pull faces at you whenever you glanced over at where I would be sitting. And I was supposed to be equally nervous for you when you started your senior year of High School. I was supposed to toss your underwear in the shower while you were taking one just to annoy you while you were rushing to get ready for a date. I was supposed to force read to you Harry Potter whether you liked it or not.

I really really miss you. All I can do is think about you at this moment in my life when everything, it seems, is about to change. I really wanted to pull a face at you when I walked at graduation.

I love you

Love JJ