Dear Jason,

Where are you? Babs told me you went away and you aren't coming back, Dickie told me that you were on a mission and disappeared, and Bruce told me that your gone. That your just…gone. I asked where you went to, but he got that sad look in his eyes, and I just stopped trying. Then they all came into my room before bed, sat with me, and told me that you aren't coming back. That your dead. Why are you dead?

This isn't funny anymore, Jason. I want you to stop. It's enough now. Game over. Stop hiding and get out here. Because I need you. We all need you. Please don't make me wait any longer. I need my big brother, and I think you need me too. I keep you level when your tipping towards angry. I kept your head in the game. Don't end that game, Jason, it was so much fun, all the pranks, all the fighting, all the forgiving, and repeating it all over again. Let's play again, big brother, because without you here, it's boring. The game with Dickie is no fun, Babs never has the time, and Bruce doesn't know how to play.

I don't think I can live life like I used to without you telling me how to do it. I lost my confidence, because your gone, Jason. Bruce is right. Your just gone.

Writing you is just going to mess with me, but I'll try to write you again some day. Not soon though, I hope you understand. I just can't right now. So soon after you leave. But I'll always be here.

Forever your biggest fan,

Love Timmy.