A Farewell Letter to Teddy

     I have started my next book, a tribute to my late older brother. I have been remembering the great times we had when we were younger. He was six years older than me, but he always treated me as if I were his age. It has been a few months since his passing, but I still can hear his voice and the crazy things we would say to each other. We continued to tease each other even when he was on his deathbed.

    Teddy knew how important it was for me to finally become a successful writer and he told me that he knew that I would do well and to go for it. I didn't think at first that I would be able to write a story about him, as it is still sad. But knowing him, he would not want me to let that stop me.