Tag: cancerletters

You spent so much time afraid of me for literally no reason. I fucking adore you. You made me feel safe in silence, you’ll never know how much I needed that. Under that loud rough exterior, you are soft and compassionate. And under that you are strong and brave. I admire how deeply you care about your people. That is such a huge gift. Your parents sucked, I can only imagine you were a spectacular kid, because you turned into spectacular human. You show up for the people that matter.

We whispered Thrive into the world, you overheard and immediately said “I want in.” I’m so incredibly proud to call you part of our baby. You belong in this family and you fought for this family. You’ve done well Rage.

You’re a cool kid, and I love you.

ps: NO MORE THRIVE TATTOOS! You cannot have more than me. Pulling the cancer card. It’s my last dying wish, it’s in stone, sorry.

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We never got to see what our marriage should have been. The cruel epileptic mistress took that away from us. We deserved better. It wasn’t our ideal time, but I am grateful. Thank you for showing me what a relationship without fear and eggshell dancing is supposed to feel like.

You not only taught me, you shaped who I became. When the memories weren’t there, kissing my head goodnight still was. Thank you for dancing in the kitchen with me even when you were frustrated. Thank you for loving me as best as you could. You were my husband, even when you weren’t.

Thank you for choosing me to be your wife, I hope you believe I did it well.

I love you, Stevie Andrew.

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We met and we loved each other. It was wonderful and simple. I will never be able to express how grateful I am for every time I cried over a boy, and you didn’t tell me to shut the fuck up. You are so fucking smart and compassionate and you were made for this work. You are going to impact so many lives just like you did mine. Your hair is beautiful, but you have an unhealthy obsession with Aquaphor. Thank you for loving me through your words and your time. And thank you for loving Gwen with understanding and thank you for loving your most self-aware client. Please take my job at Thrive, Moosh will need you.

You’re a cool kid, and I love you.

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You are the example I use in life for always finding the bright side. My real life Pollyanna. You could take any situation and make it a fun memory. You are a good mom and you only care about the things that actually matter. I don’t remember a moment where you were silent, but I also don’t remember a moment where I didn’t feel heard by you. Please keep yelling at exes, doctors, and skool aid. You’re a fighter through and through and I am honored to have gotten to call you my friend. Thank you for being so fucking authentically Nora.

You’re a cool kid, and I love you.

PS: Please forever let me be remembered as Dance Battle Aunt Lindsey.

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I have written about you so many times and you have no idea. My nerdy friend, I loved you more than most. I could only hear half of the things you ever said, but every time you opened your mouth, I liked you more. Please hear me: your brain is your abuser, and you don’t deserve the horrible things it says to you. I will never understand the battle you go through daily, but I am in awe of your strength. Please stay here for Moosh, she’ll need you. I know that’s super selfish to ask, but do what I say lady!

Thank you for every joke I got to roll my eyes to. You bring so much joy to the people around you. And you made me care about environmental science. As much as you don’t believe it, you are a main character at Thrive, and you’re a leader. People look up to you. I look up to you.

You’re a cool kid, and I love you.

PS: If you’re smoking after sex, you’re doing it too fast.

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You have no idea how important you are to the Thrive community. You make people feel loved and important. When we dreamed up this place, you were exactly who we hoped would walk through the door. You are magic in blue & pink glasses. All the gifts, and ‘I have something for you’s, you are so much more than the glue. Your smelly food will forever stain the insides of my nose even when my smell goes away. I am grateful for so many things when it comes to you; your passion, your crafts, our long talks, (about so many things but my favorite was sex) your ideas, and most of all your mother’s shoes. You are never heavy, you are just pure joy, and you belong here. Thank you for loving my baby and being part of the cool kids table. Thank you for being my family Auntie Andra.

I love you.

PS: an orgasm lasting 20 minutes is a seizure. I died on this hill.

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