Month 2

Dear Daddy,

It's been two months and you still haven't woken up. Uncle Bruce is working non-stop to help you feel better. Your booboos are going away, he says that's a good thing. I really miss you. You missed my dance recital, but that's okay because uncle Tony recorded it so you can watch it when you wake up. All you need to do is wake up daddy. Wake up.

With Love, Sarah

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Dear Daddy,

Peter and Wade, my best friends in the whole wide world, say hi daddy and they miss you. Especially our play dates with you where you'd let us stay up past our bed time without mommy knowing or you'd cook an amazing breakfast! Mommy's cooking isn't the same as yours, but it'll do for now. Sometimes Uncle Clint cooks for us too. (Did you know he could cook? I didn't. It came as a shock to everyone. And it's surprisingly good! But of course not as good as yours.) We ate your favorite dinner last night and I ate it all up. Even though I don't like carrots, but I did it for you because you said they'll make me grow up big and strong. I want to grow up like you so I ate them. Wade and Peter did too! They were surprisingly good. Maybe when you wake up we can share our carrots when you or mommy make them for dinner.

With Love, Sarah

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Dear Daddy,

School ends in two month. I'm so excited to become a 6th grader. I won't be in elementary school anymore daddy, I'll be going to a big girl school. But don't worry because no matter where I go, I'll always be your baby. I just hope you'll wake up in time to see me graduate from elementary school. If you don't, its okay I understand. But I'm hoping that won't happen. Wake up soon daddy, please?

With Love, Sarah

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Dear Daddy,

Everybody's worried. Your booboos stopped getting better. You're not getting worse, but your not getting better either. Because of this mommy convinced the doctors to let me stay with you at night. When it's bed time, I crawl into bed with you- being careful with your booboos- and snuggle up to your side. Do you feel me there?

With Love, Sarah

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Dear Daddy,

Mommy cries at night. You know she doesn't cry often and things have to be very bad so she can cry. I'm scared. Can you wake up so mommy can stop crying? So I can stop crying?

With Love, Sarah

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Dear Daddy,

Things at the Tower aren't the same anymore. It's quiet and full of tension. I like staying at the hospital with you better. Home is to painful for mommy and me right now. Everyone comes and visits you. Even uncle Sam, aunt Maria and Uncle Fury came! They miss you daddy. I miss you.

With Love, Sarah