My Dear Starsky,
Receiving this letter means my time here on earth has been cut short, but don't you worry. As you read this, I'm standing over your shoulder, watching you read through your tears.
We had a great run together, you know that? Of course you do. It may not have always been easy, but that's why we had each other. But don't remember all the hard times, or the arguing. Remember all the laughs we had, all the jokes we aimed at each other. I always had some quip to say about your car, but you always had one to say right back about mine. Don't forget about those times, okay?
I'm thankful I got you for a partner….no, a brother. The brother I never had. You varied between the big brother, and the annoying little brother, depending on the situation. You were there to pick me up when I stumbled, and you were always there to remind me that my old clunker of a car needed a tune up. But most importantly, you were my rock, my safe place. Somewhere I could let my feelings go; cry, rant, yell at the world, you were there.
There's so much to put into one letter, it would have been so much easier to tell you in person, but I never got the chance.
I leave you my home, my plants, even my car (you know you love it). But most importantly, I leave you my love. Something that will never fade. Homes and cars get sold, plants die, but a brother's love never fades.
Take care, my curly haired friend, don't let my physical absence let you fall apart, know that I'll be behind you all the way. And also know, Starsk, that you gave to me, unselfishly, the best days of my life.
Your Blond Blintz,
Hutch