Letters to Charlie

Day 22

Hey Charlie, Do you remember one of our early dates to hockey game? We started out at a ballet that you thought I would just LOVE. After that was over I begged you to take me to a hockey game. When we got there, we both got hotdogs with extra mustard and onions. How many more clues did we need that we were perfect for each other? Tonight, I met the star player from that game... Todd Fahey.

He came in after a fight at a bar. He had a few bruised ribs, a concussion and three aneurysms on his brain. He didn't want to have a CT or MRI to confirm the concussion, though. He knew his career would be over. His cute blonde girlfriend kept telling him that he needed to get it confirmed. He said he would die on the ice before that.

I called him stupid, Charlie...

I know... bad idea... He just had everything going for him. He was a awake and had a beautiful girlfriend. I was thinking that he needed a new perspective... that you were upstairs in a coma and he was able to risk being able to live just for a stupid career playing hockey.

I'm on edge, Charlie. I am just trying to get you back. I need you back. I think I might just explode if you don't come back soon. Why aren't you waking up.

Love you,

-A


Sorry this took so long. I have been really overwhelmed with school and everything. I'll have more up soon, hopefully.