A letter written after you were already gone...one that I didn't think I would ever write, but here we are. All that's left are the words.
Hey, it's Leigh. These are the letters that were never written. I never thought that I would write to you, say things that have long been unsaid, feel things that haven't been felt.
And I'm sorry. I spent so many years angry at you. Frustrated.
Bad. Disappointed. I'm sorry that it took losing you to realize that all of that didn't matter.
The time spent in worry could have been better spent in love. The time spent in anger could have been better spent in understanding. I'm sorry that it took losing you to see this, to feel this, to say this.
You are deeply loved. I wish I understood you better, knew your story and your pain. I wish I spent more time nurturing your heart and less time being angry.
I wish we had helped sooner, got louder, stayed present. I wish we loved more, hugged harder and had more time. Until next time, thanks for listening.