A Letter to a Brother from Another Mother

Dear Cowdawg,

I miss hanging out with you. You were one of my closest friends. I could call you after a bad day for beers at papas and I know you would be there. On the bad days I knew I could call you and we could just hang out and not talk about it. You have no idea how much I appreciated those days. Some days we would talk about it and on those days some of the biggest break throughs would come out of it. You were always straight with me. You have helped me out In times when nobody else would or could. ( AKA a lot of moving )

You are one of the hardest workers I know. You have no idea how much I value our friendship. You are a person I am so thankful to have in my life. I am thankful to have been able to spend so much time with you. I wouldn’t have wanted to paint a whole house at midnight with anyone else. You were one of the few people in my life who supported my dreams and fully understood the dream of the farm. You encouraged me with my dreams by telling me about your family. You inspired me to keep pursuing my dreams through your story’s of home.

The memories I have with you are so precious to me all the way from riding longboards down very scary hills to chilling in your backyard by the fire. We celebrated the good and bad days together in a lot of different backyards and porches. When it felt like I was suffocating from the life around me, our friendship was a huge fresh breath of air. When I was having some of the worst days I knew I could come to you and share my life without an ounce of judgment. Who would’ve thought that night we hung out in your car and watched mystery science theater 3000 while finishing off a whole tub of ice cream that we were starting a friendship I would hold dear to my heart for the rest of my life. We celebrated through it all, the good and the bad and for that, Thank you.

I am so appreciative that I was able to call you a friend and roommate. You made me feel like family when I was needing family the most. You were kind to me while still knocking some sense into me. You helped me remind level headed. You were like an older brother to me all the way from picking on me to giving me wisdom (even snitching on me to my parents). Thank you for sticking around and never walking away when it could’ve been easy to.

With Love,

Your friend who will always love you where you are at

Ally

(P.S If you ever need help I will always be there for you whether it be a phone call or a plane ticket. Also I still want that family cookbook, that fried chicken recipe is now a classic favorite in our home.)