I dont know why I have not been writing. I don't know what my problem is. My days have been better since your birthday, less overwhelming. I wonder what this next year will be like. I worry about time and how time keeps slipping away.

Then there is your sister, she moves so much it's amazing. I want to start to prepare for her but I'm scared. I want to buy things, but what if she dies. I want to go through your things, see what I'm willing to use but I can't. I really want to put shelves up in your room, so I can put your things (ashes and pictures and those kind of things) up but still in your room, but that I can't! When who knows. If your sister stays alive I'll have plenty of time.

Max I love you.