Dear Dad,
I'm here. I'm listening. I know Uncle Peter's gone. Sometimes, things happen which are out of our control. Things happen for a reason. I just don't know what that reason may be. I don't know why fate had been so cruel to the Petrellis in taking him away from us. They say time heals, but, what if the one that needs healing doesn't take the time to heal.
I'm worried about you. I do hope you've stopped drinking your sorrows away. It doesn't help matters, drinking only makes your pain go away temporarily. It won't suddenly disappear forever and make everything better. What would Simon and Monty think if they knew their daddy was, pardon me for saying, a drunk? They love you very much, they're so proud of you, and you really don't want them to see you so out of control. You're their father. You're mine, too. We have to deal with situations the best way we can. I've cried many nights until there were no more tears left in me. I'm hurting, too. Maybe we can find solace in each other? Let's remember Peter for his laughter, and not the sadness. Let's keep his memory alive.
I'm fine, but, it's so hard to be a normal teenager when I know I'm not. I do know I have to be careful, and am aware of the people and surroundings around this place I now call home. Hey, I met this boy. He reminds me of you, well, sort of. My other dad doesn't know about him. He would have surely grounded me if he found out about West, but, he makes me feel as if I'm floating on air. I'll tell you more about him later.
Do take care of yourself. Hope this email finds you in good health. Oh, how is grandmother? Contact me soon, okay?
Love,
Claire