Chapter 2

My darling, Josephine,

If you are reading this then you and your sister have finally cleaned out the attic and discovered the box of notes I have left for you. There are many letters for you and I want you to open them at the appropriate moments in your life and I hope you feel me there with you when you read them.

I was so angry when I came to the realization that I would not be around to watch you grow up, but after the anger passed I realized that I needed to leave you a peice of me and that's when I got the idea to write these letters.

I'm so sorry, I'm sorry that you had to watch me die and I'm sorry for the burden left on you and your sister. I know now that your father will never change, but I am thankful that you and Bessie have each other. I know it won't always be easy, but lean on each other and never take each other for granted.

Josephine, I love you so much. You and your sister are my greatest gifts and I am so blessed to have had the time I have had with you. You fill my heart with so much joy and I know you are going to do great things. Just remember that it is okay to ask for help when things get hard and it doesn't mean you are weak. It means you are smart.

I remember the day you came home so very upset with Pacey. There was a boy at school that had been picking on you and Pacey punched him in the face giving him a bloody nose. Dawson had told you to just ignore the boy, but Pacey, being Pacey, did the opposite and you were so angry with him. You just couldn't understand why Pacey thought it was okay for him to pick on you, but he would punch another boy for the same thing. I tried explaining it, but you just weren't hearing it.

I'm telling you, that boy loves you. You might not agree with me, but I see it. I see it in the way he picks at you and the way he defends you. I also know that Dawson loves you too but not the same way that Pacey does. Trust me, you'll see. You will come between those two and your friendships won't be the same, but if you are honest with each other things will work themselves out.

Well, sweetheart, this is all for this letter.

With all my love,

Mom

I feel the tears sliding down my face and to my great surprise I see a stray tear on Pacey's cheek. He quickly wipes it away and shoves the my letter at me.

"Pacey?"

"What?" He looks at me then looks at the letter with his name written on the front lying in his lap.

"Do you want me to read yours?"

He rubs his eyes and nods.