Rants

Dear Bradyn,

I don’t know where you are. I haven’t seen you since we were seven, but I remember us being best friends and you staying at my house for weeks on end because your mom…well your mom would just leave you with us. We’d always play and fight then go back to playing. I have tons on pictures of us and we look really happy. I miss you and I’m always wondering where you are. Once I saw your grandpa’s name in the paper announcing his retirement from the Oklahoma City police department, and I was hoping it’d say something about you but it didn’t. I wonder if we’ve walked by each other on the street and didn’t even recognize one another. Maybe I’ll see you again, who knows?