Dear Jim,
In the silent moments just before dawn, when the world holds its breath, my thoughts turn to you, and the weight of my actions lies heavily on my heart. I’ve danced with pride and wrestled with ego, letting them lead me away from what truly matters—our bond. For the hurt I’ve caused, for the silence that stretched into miles between us, I am profoundly sorry.
You’ve been more than a cousin to me; you’ve been a compass, a beacon of light in my darkest days. Yet, in my thoughtlessness, I dimmed that light, forgetting that some words, once spoken, echo long after they’re said. I ache for the laughter we shared, the unspoken understanding that wove through our conversations, and the unwavering support that was our family’s hallmark.
This letter is a humble bridge I’m building back to you, plank by plank, with words dipped in sincerity and nails forged from remorse. It’s my hope that, in time, you’ll walk across it, so we can mend what was torn and nurture what remains. Because without you, the tapestry of my life unravels at the edges, incomplete and fraying.
Let this letter be the beginning of healing, a testament to the enduring strength of family. I miss you more than words can capture, and I’m longing for the day when we can look back on this as a bend in our road, not the end of our path. With a heart full of hope and a spirit yearning for forgiveness, I await your hand in mine once more.
With all my love and deepest regrets,
Christine