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I’ve recently learned of the terminal illness of my best friend’s mother. As far back as I can remember, him and his family has been a part of my life. Many of my earliest memories of childhood involve them. Over the years, she’s basically become a second mother to me. So for now, I’ll leave the names out of this to preserve their privacy.

When I first heard of your illness, I couldn’t believe what I was reading. As I progressed through the email ____ had written me, my eyes began to fill with tears. About a third through his letter, my vision had blurred and my cheeks were stained with tears. It was unfathomable for me to even imagine that you would become so ill, so young. It hurts to think that I may never see you again. It hurts terribly.

As I write this, again I begin to feel my eyes moisten. I really do not know what to say, as this is not something anyone every can be expected to understand. I know that _____ is overseeing your care, ensuring you’re getting the best possible. I was unable to sleep tonight because I had this idea in my head, I had to write you something. I want you to know that you are in my thoughts and I do hope you are at least able to feel comfortable soon.

Over the years, you’ve been a second mother, of sorts, to me. You’ve given me your hospitality and love, as if I was family. It’s always meant the world to me that you were always willing to allow me into your homes, both here in the US and abroad. I really don’t know what else to say, it’s nearly 6am and I’m tired but can’t sleep.

I wish you the best and my love,

Zach Armstong
Tuesday, September 26, 2006 @ 5:37am EST