On the eve of the millennium, I wrote both my children a letter that I ended up giving to them on their 16th birthday.
Charles kept his letter and the creases and letter were well worn which indicated he had opened it and read it often in the 4 years before he died at 20.
After his suicide, we got his backpack back and in it he had every single card or letter I had written him while he was away at boarding school, every family picture he could find and have printed out– and this letter.
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