Dear Craig, Its been too long since I last saw you. I miss you. We were never really very close were we? Yet each time I saw you you seemed happy, content with life. I remember when you out to North Dakota for a job with the oil fields out there and how the money was good and your friends a great support group. I remember the time you brought over a baby duck that you found and how it followed you like you were its mommy. I enjoyed the dinner we had on that one night, I want to say it was in November, sometime around thanksgiving. You were a good conversationalist and brought life to the people in your lives. Craig, I wasn't there for your in your darkest hour, I didn't feel the despair your parents felt when they heard the result of your girlfriend breaking up with you. It was too late for me to get to know you better. This last September I was at Grammy's house; I remember that you would call her grandma. Grammy showed my dad and I that she had the rifle that you killed yourself with. When I first caught sight of it I kind of wanted it. When I heard whose it used to be, well... I realized I didn't want it. I didn't want the object that had caused my extended family so much pain. What is a weapon like that good for other than a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the tragedy of heartbreak? I thought about telling you how I've been, but how I have been seems cold and insensitive to how you have been. I am sorry that such despair should have come to you and I am sorry that we couldn't have been closer. I wish that we could have been closer. I wanted us to be closer. I think that you needed someone to be closer. With Love and Sincere Wishes, Your Second Cousin Jacob