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Hi Sharon. Do you remember that we were good friends in grade school? I have found memories of our time together. But our lives took different paths and we lost touch. I think of you from time to time and wonder how your life has been. I hope it has been good.

Do you think of me as often as I think of you? Do you wonder what I’m doing at this moment as I wonder about you? Do you imagine how different it could have been if things hadn’t changed? Who would I be?

I love you, Dad.

I love you, Dad.

I wish you were closer. But I actually don’t. You stress me out and when you’re not near, I feel better.

Rafe,
When we were kids I thought you were the nicest and most handsome of the three of you brothers. I imagined I would marry you, as a 6-year-old pretends such things. I got that! When I saw him in New York years later, Donde dashed my belief that my Portuguese was as fluent as any kid grown up with a second language in the country they were born in. Somehow I didn't talk about you. Just last year I found out on Facebook that your Mom lost you, and that was when you were only 20. Nena, your warm message when I reached out surprised me--that you remembered our family your next door neighbors so warmly. Facebook is a weird place to mourn. It is a weird place to find out you are not forgotten but like a neighbor-family, like I walked into your kitchen and you fed me spaghetti. I am so sorry Nena, Donde and Nino. I may not have spoken your language well but that does not mean we were not colegos.

To my grandparents who I miss dearly. Gerry, Shirley, Jay, and Rose.

Xoxo

Grandma Cook. I miss you dearly. I wish you was still here with us today! I miss your face & your voice! I’ll be to see you soon. RIP Grandma Cook

Hello Friend. Wish you were here ❤️

Hey
I miss you, even if I knew you for a short time. I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. I wish you could have grown up beside me.
I miss you. I love you

I miss cooking with you. I love how the smell of coffee filled your house. We would play cards every morning.

Haven't seen you in so long. I remember your scent. The lilt in your voice.

You're the only one I've felt this for. I wish I felt it more.

I'm sorry. I should have thought more.

See you on the next excursion. Wish you were here ❤️

you ruined me. and made me feel guilty for everything i did. i hate you and i hate the person you made me. but i never got closure. i hope you rot.

I'm sorry. I know it's my fault for overthinking things and making it weird. I still think about you sometimes...I hope we can see each other again, even if just as friends.

I'm sorry: I miss you: I love you <3

Hi Daddio.
It's me, your Chocolate Girl
I miss you
I had another mini you
Your genes are strong
I gave him your middle name
Have you met him yet?
I hope you visit him sometime
I'm not as strong as they think I am
I cry in the dark
Do you see me?
Nobody else sees me
I hide so they only see strength
I miss you
I love you
Watch over your grandsons
Did I say I miss you yet?

I miss our talks at the dining room table. I miss drinking Pepsi and catching up on life. I miss your laugh and front porch riding all summer. I know you’re here, love Courtney 😘

I'll never forget you. I wish I'd seen you grow up. Your brothers will always miss you. Why?

It’s only been 2.5 years but it seems like it has been a lifetime. I miss your voice, I miss your punny stupid jokes you would tag me in. I miss your smell. I miss your hugs. What I would give for just one more smile or call from you. I love you and miss you so much. I’m doing my best to make you proud

I hope your are doing your best, even though we might not have stayed in touch.

Thank you for being the father you didn't have to be. You are missed. You are loved.

I love you, I miss you; please don’t forget me.

I'm envious of your naivety and goodwill. There are so many things I want to tell you, I wish I could save you. If only I could be a kid again.

Ericka, it’s been around 40 years, but you’re still remembered fondly. I can still hear your trademark laughter — especially animated after we mocked Sr. Mary Rose. How she tried to torment you! I fondly recall grooving to Super Soul Saturdays, and how your mom loved the Isley Brothers. I remember your cool brother, and Camphausen, and walking up to Hills. I recall a time at Murphy’s when a clerk followed you in the store because she assumed that you would shoplift. That was a bitter lesson for me. We lost track after grade school, but I remember running into you at We Love Erie Days some years later, as you pushed your young daughter in a stroller. I wonder how she is, and I hope life has been kind to you and your family. Friends like you are uncommon — I won’t soon forget.
— Your childhood friend, Melissa

I'm nervous to reach out because I don't know if you would appreciate hearing from me. But I miss you a lot and I think about you all the time. I don't even care about it anymore. I just miss you. I hope you are doing well.

We were both broken in the same way, but different. I finally sought help, but you were already gone. I just wanted you to know what a wonderful mother you were for me. As a matter of fact, all the men who had you in their lives were blessed, if they realized it or not. You always did right by them and your family. I hope things are better for you now, wherever you may be.

I’m terrified that I’ll forget the sound of your laughter soon. Your joy could fill a room but now it echoes through the halls of my mind. I’ve chased it, trying to find the source but it’s never there. It’s never the same.

The days seem less without you in them...

Sometimes I wonder if we'll ever speak again. I wonder if you miss me. I wonder if you realize I miss you. I wonder what your kids are like, and if I'll ever get to meet them. I wonder if they even know I exist. I wonder what you're like as a parent. I wonder if you remember that my birthday is soon. I wonder if you care. I wonder if you care about me still. Still. Still. Still.

Do you still love me, Mom?

We lost touch in the age of faxes. I wonder what would've been.

I miss you, but I'm happy for you.

Hi Mary, I miss you and want you to be here because I am not the same without you…please take care of yourself and above all else find love.

I earned a Master of Fine Arts degree. I taught at universities. I placed my work in museum collections. They thought I was good enough, why not you?

This is a message for Marcie. You are one of the people I remember most from high school in Toledo, Ohio, from the 1990s. I don't remember your last name so I don't even know how to look you up online. I hope you're doing OK. I regret how we said goodbye.