Dear Co,
I just looked at the Rotterdam calendar, and had the reaction, Oh, I should call Co. It’s been sooo long since we last talked. Sometimes, I am not sure how I am going to get through never talking to you again. It’s not that I cry all the time. It’s just that I miss you. So this is where I come these days, to write a little bit to you. To be with you.
I miss your friendship. I miss your understanding. I miss our talks. I miss telling you about the girls. I miss how much you loved them, sight unseen. You were a second mother to me. I miss you.
Peter and I have been doing so well. Everything seems to have fit into place. I think you would be pleased. He has relaxed and become the man you always said he was. He loves me, and he is a rock that I can rely on. If you could have seen him running down the street behind Caitlin as she learned to ride her bike, you would have both laughed, and cried. Your boy is a father Co, and he is loved so very very much by us. I still have the little book you gave me, "Believe in Yourself". I open it, and look at your name, and cry a few tears for us sometime. You know it's been since college since I had a real "girl friend", and even though there were so many years between us, that is what you were to me. We understood each other. I think Karen has taken your place. Our hearts have become sisters, just as you said they might.
Your family is doing well, and they will from here forward. There is a gaping hole in it, that was you. It will never be filled again. But you will be contented to know that everyone has found their way, and they will be alright. We will see each other again. Of this I am certain.
Love