"Will you stay with me?" Joey asked as Pacey started for the door. They had put the boxes of letters to the side while they finished up with the attic stuff. Pacey turned and raised one eyebrow with a suggestive smile on his face. "Not like that!" She told him, throwing an empty box at him. "Just can you.." She lifted the letter up slightly, looking unsure of herself. "I just don't want to be alone."

"Of course." He told her, dropping on the couch with his arm draped over the back. He sucked in a deep breath when she dropped down next to him, she use to sit as far as she could from him and she had just recently started sitting closer, but now she was tucked up against his side. She adjusted so her back was leaning against his chest, smiling at him over her shoulder before she looked back to the envelope on her lap.


My dear sweet Josephine,

I'm sorry my baby girl. Sorry for all the things I have already missed, sorry for all of the things I will miss. I'm sorry you had to watch me lose this battle. But I am so proud of you, for everything you have done for me and everything you will do.

I hope you are doing well.

I wrote letters for some of the things I wished I could be there for, it helped me say goodbye and I hope it makes living a little easier for you.

I hope your father has straightened himself out, and if he hasn't I'm glad my daughters are stronger then the two of their parents combined. Listen to your sister, but also listen to your self, you have always been wise beyond your years. Remember to live and not grow up to fast, I know me dying made you have to be strong, but baby girl it is okay to be weak sometimes. It is hard to find the words to say goodbye to the best parts of me, and that is what you are my daughter. You are all the best parts of me and only the best parts of your father. I have already written this letter and ripped it up so many times.

I remember the first time you scraped your knee, you were wrestling with Pacey, and he pushed you to hard and you fell on a rock. Dawson yelled for me before you even seemed to realize there was blood trickling down your leg. By the time I got to you there were tears in your eyes and you were holding your leg. You tried to push me away when I first tried to pick you up, but I got you cleaned up and put a band aid on it. I realized two things that day and I'm sorry I never got the chance to tell them to you.

It is okay to ask for help. It doesn't make you less to take what others give you. I know I taught you the opposite growing up, and I let my pride overshadow our needs. I pushed away a lot of good people trying to do things on my own. Don't make my mistakes.

I don't think you saw that day but when I picked you up and took you inside Dawson and Pacey started arguing. You will come between those two boys, it will hurt all of you and there is nothing you can do to stop it. But Dawson will come between you and Pacey, Pacey will come between you and Dawson. That is how friendships go. I wish I could tell you some magical way to avoid it, but unless you know how to reach Peter Pan I am out of luck on that. There is going to be enough hurt to go around, don't use it to your advantage but realize you can't stop it, and trying to will just hurt you all more in the end.

I wish growing up wasn't so hard, and I wish more then anything that I could be there to help you through it. Let your friends give you strength, and don't be afraid to rely on others.

Remember that no matter what I love you, don't forget to love yourself.

Love Mom