Hey, Uncle Branden, again, it's been a long time. I was updating a family tree, adding people here and there, and then it was your turn. I listed your name, date of birth, and relationship to mom. Oddly enough, it was just a line, connecting your name to moms, and then down through to Maddie and I. That tiny line represented you, and us, and Christmases, birthdays, fourth of July parties, phone calls, all of it. You should be here. I haven't stopped by as much as I should, and I know better, but we miss you. Maddie is dating, and as much as I try to be scary, I worry way too much about her to be as scary as you could be. Things keep happening, time keeps moving, it's like being back on the bike, with you just telling me to keep pedaling, even if the handlebars got wobbly.
I'm sitting in my office at my desk now, with just a few seconds of quiet, and all I can do is to tell myself to keep pedaling, I could really use a quiet moment with you right about now. Your friend, Andrew Lee, I met by random coincidence with my military unit at range training 2 years ago. He's been keeping an eye on me, but still doesn't hold a candle to you. He told me about the two of you in the mustang driving it down the highway. I can see that. Miss you.
Stefanie